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About Rome

Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ thru your soul, talkin’ ‘bout this wild economic beast called “whore.” Ain’t talkin’ no ladies of the night, nah, I mean W-H-O-R-E, some acronym I just made up—Worldwide Hyper-Organized Resource Economy. Yeah, I’m riffin’ here, bear with me, it’s gonna get juicy. Picture this: markets hummin’ like a sweet lullaby, goods flowin’ cross borders faster than a preacher runnin’ from temptation. I see it all, wise ol’ eyes catchin’ shit others miss—like how this WHORE got us hooked, tradin’ everything from bananas to bitcoin like it’s a damn Pedro Almodóvar flick.

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After that, I head over to the market on Piazza XX Settembre. Man, the energy there is electric! Fresh produce everywhere, people haggling like it’s the Olympics. I spot this old lady selling tomatoes, and she’s got the best ones. I’m talking juicy, red, the kind that makes your mouth water. I’m all in, ready to buy a bunch, when this guy cuts in front of me. Like, excuse me?! Rude much? I’m about to say something, but then I see he’s got a cute dog. So, I just roll my eyes and let it go.

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