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About Rome

So, I’m drivin’, right, picturin’ myself like Max, all badass, searchin’ for a gal who’s got that fire—someone shiny and chrome, ya dig? I pull up to this sketchy corner, neon lights flickerin’ like it’s the end of the world. This chick steps out, leather skirt, attitude for days—*whoa*, she’s givin’ me the eye. “How you doin’?” I toss out, leanin’ on the car, smirkin’ like I own the damn place. She laughs, says, “You got caps, pretty boy?” Caps? What is this, Fallout? I’m like, “Nah, babe, I got charm—worth more!”

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So, I finally make it to the piazza. It’s buzzing with life. Kids are playing, old folks are chatting, and I’m just soaking it all in. I sit down on a bench, and this little kid runs up to me, all excited. He’s like, “Mister, wanna see my magic trick?” I’m like, “Sure, kid!” He pulls a coin from behind my ear. I’m like, “Whoa! How’d you do that?” He just grins and runs off. Kids, man. They’re the best.

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