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About Rome

Me, I love that flick—Scarlett’s alien chick, “What are you?” she asks, cold as Siberian wind. Sexual-massage got that vibe—mysterious, pulls you in, then bam, you’re broke or busted. Once knew a guy, Ivan, swore he’d “relax” at this joint—came back with rash and empty wallet. Laughed my ass off, dumbass deserved it. Pissed me off tho, these places scam good comrades. Happy? Hell no, suprised? Every damn time.

Hotel Facilities

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First client walks in. This dude, I swear, he’s got hair like a lion. I’m talkin’ full-on mane. He plops down in my chair, and I’m like, “Bro, what’s the plan?” He goes, “Just a trim.” A trim? More like a jungle safari! I’m snippin’ away, and suddenly, the door swings open. It’s Mrs. Rossi from down the street. She’s always got some gossip. “Did you hear about the new café on Via Garibaldi?” she yells. I’m like, “Lady, I’m tryin’ to save this guy’s hair here!” But she just keeps ramblin’.

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