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About Rome

So, one night, I’m done haulin’ hay—friggin’ exhaustin’, man! Hands all gritty, back achin’ like I wrestled a pig. I think, “Marge’d kill me, but I’m curious!” D’oh! Ain’t lookin’ for love, just a yarn to spin. I roll by this dive bar—neon sign flickerin’ like it’s drunk too. See this gal, all fishnets and attitude, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Every family’s got its mysteries,” I mutter, quotin’ Sarah Polley—ha! She’s smokin’ a cig, givin’ me the eye. I’m like, “Homer, don’t be a dope!”

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After that, I’m feeling a bit better. I decide to explore. I wander down to the Piazza dei Priori. It’s stunning! The architecture is insane. I snap a few pics for the ‘gram. Gotta show off, right? But then, I trip over a cobblestone. Classic me. I’m sprawled out on the ground, and this group of tourists starts laughing. I laugh too, because what else can you do?

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