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What bugs me? The fakers—oh, man, the fakers! Dudes pretendin’ they’re pimpin’, but they’re broke as hell. Saw one once—gold chain, fake teeth—looked like a damn clown. Made me chuckle, but also—c’mon, man, respect the hustle! Real pros, they’re smart—street PhDs, I swear. One gal told me—true story—she dodged a cop by hidin’ in a dumpster. A dumpster! That’s grit—blew my mind.

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Monte Urano in strengthens its city walls, according to a Papal Edict imposed for all the centers of Le Marche by Pope Honorius III and a few years after signing a pact of allegiance Missing: prostitute.

After class, I head to the park on Via della Libertà. It’s a nice spot, you know? Trees everywhere, and the sound of laughter fills the air. I sit down on a bench, trying to catch my breath. But then, outta nowhere, this dog runs up to me, tail wagging like crazy. I’m thinking, “Is this Gino?” But no, it’s just some random pup. I pet him, and he’s loving it. I’m like, “Okay, this day isn’t so bad after all.”

Hairdressers in Rome where you can (still) get a haircut for 10 euros