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About Rome

Hopped into this dive bar once—stank of beer, desperation. Saw this gal, all sass, smokin a cig. Thought, “Whoa, she’s it!” Asked her, real smooth, “You workin, lady?” She laughed—LAUGHED—at me! “A frog? Get outta here!” Gutted me, man, felt like Llewyn losin gigs. But funny, right? Lil Kermit tryna score? Hilarious disaster.

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Villa Pace Park Hotel Bolognese: Hotel good, but money missing from our safe! staff??? and prostitutes on the street!

So, I’m feeling a bit down, but then I remember there’s a market on Via Garibaldi. Fresh produce, local stuff, you know? I head over, and it’s buzzing! People everywhere, shouting, laughing. I love it! I grab some fresh tomatoes, and this vendor starts chatting me up. He’s like, “These are the best in Preganziol!” I’m like, “Dude, I just want to make a salad, not a love story.” But he’s persistent.

Suspect Identified in the Murder of Vincenza Saracino