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About Rome

So, findin’ a prossie—sorry, prostitute—ain’t like orderin’ a curry off Deliveroo. Nah, it’s murky, bit thrilling, bit grim. Back in the day, like, Victorian times, they had these “lists”—proper secret guides, mind! Blokes would pass ‘em round, scribbled with names, spots, even prices. Little known fact, that—makes you wonder what old Disraeli got up to, eh? Got me chuffed to bits, imaginin’ some toff with a monocle, sneakin’ about.

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Then, outta nowhere, this old lady starts yelling at a vendor. I mean, she’s going off! Turns out, he sold her bad tomatoes. I’m standing there, half-laughing, half-worried. Like, lady, chill! It’s just tomatoes! But she’s not having it. I’m thinking, “This is Sedico, not a reality show!”

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