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About Rome

Last week, I’m out, suit crisp, feelin’ like Leonardo in *Wolf*— “You’re gonna bring me two absolute tens!” I spot this lass, proper fit, leanin’ on a lamppost. I saunter over, all charm, “Fancy a martini, love?” She laughs—fuckin’ laughs! Says, “You’re not my type, Mr. Bond.” Pissed me off, that did! Me? Not her type? I’ve shagged half the world, saved it twice! But nah, she’s after some crypto bro with a Lambo. Fair play, I s’pose—times change, even for a legend.

I nostri approfondimenti

So, I decide to embrace the chaos. I run to the nearest gelato place on Via Trieste. Gelato fixes everything, right? I get a scoop of pistachio, and it’s like a party in my mouth. I’m standing there, just enjoying life, when I see a street performer. He’s playing the accordion, and it’s actually pretty good. I toss him a euro, and he gives me a nod. I’m feeling like a local now!

Trieste Airport, Italy Transport Hub Building