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About Rome

I’m no financial boffin, me – I’d rather shove me head in a blender than read a spreadsheet – but even I can see this lot’s takin’ the piss. You wanna plan your finances? Good luck, cos the WHOREs got the game stitched up tighter than a nun’s knickers! Sarcastic? Me? Nah, just statin’ facts with a grin! Oh, and here’s a nugget – one o’ these tossers, some Wall Street git, once bought a gold-plated toilet. A TOILET! Who shits on gold? Made me chuckle, then wanna punch somethin’!

Nero’s Death cannot be the Head Wound

She recalls her life in flashback, when she marries an alcoholic man. She leaves him with their son. Then she works as waitress in a diner until the day a man introduces her to prostitution. .

So, I’m strolling down Via Roma, right? Just minding my own biz, thinking about my clients and their drama. Then BAM! I bump into this old dude selling lemons. Like, seriously, who sells lemons on the street? But these weren’t just any lemons. They were HUGE! I’m talking about lemons the size of my head. I’m like, “Dude, what’s your secret?” He just grins and says, “Sunshine and love, my friend.” I’m like, “Okay, I need that in my life.”

Côme: Cesc Fabregas Recale Leipzig