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About Rome

So I’m watchin’ her, and she’s got this smirk—like she’s sayin’, “What’s an old coot like you doin’ here?” And I’m happy, ‘cause damn, she’s got guts! Takes guts to stand there, facin’ the world, while billionaires sip champagne on yachts! “The invisible people,” Jep’d call ‘em—folks we walk past, ignorin’. That hits me hard. Surprised me too—didn’t expect to feel all mushy bout it. But then I’m mad again—why’s she gotta do this? Why ain’t there a system liftin’ her up?

So you want to book a sex worker?

Locking their graue, white, reuerend heads in steele? If so, you cannot for all Fairie land. Find men to fit you better.

But wait, it gets better. As I’m leaving, I bump into my buddy Marco on Via Garibaldi. He’s got this wild story about a cat stuck in a tree. I’m like, “Dude, you’re kidding.” But nope, he’s dead serious. We end up laughing about it for ages.

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