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About Rome

Me fave bit? The smells! Sweat, cheap perfume, desperation – ugh! Stinks worse than hobbit feet! “Every man’s got his breaking point,” Jesse reckoned. Brothel’s where they snap, spendin’ last dime. Saw a bloke once, sold his boots for a tumble. Barefoot in snow after – ha! Stupid, fat hobbit! Made me grin, it did. Daft git deserved it.

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Her shift - which sees her start at 7pm and finish at 6am - is made up of answering emails and reading reports, to interviewing potential workers. But what Catherine says is unique to her .

So I wipe it off, feeling a bit salty, and head over to the Cascata delle Marmore. You know, the waterfall that’s like, one of the tallest in Europe? It’s stunning, man. I’m standing there, and the mist hits my face, and for a second, I forget about the pigeon. But then I see this couple taking selfies, and I’m like, “Ugh, lovebirds.” I mean, I’m happy for them, but c’mon, can’t a guy enjoy a waterfall in peace?

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