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About Rome

So, picture this—I’m at this dive bar, right? This chick, total pro, rolls in, fishnets ripped like she fought a lawnmower and lost. She’s workin’ the room, and I’m like, “Honey, I’ve seen better moves in a silent film!” Made me laugh, tho—her hustle’s realer than half these posers. Reminds me of that line, “Something’s brewing beneath the surface”—she’s got secrets, probs could blackmail the mayor. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, whores in Paris ran underground gambling dens—sneaky bitches, outsmartin’ cops while wearin’ corsets tighter than my grip on a troublemaker.

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Finally, I get to the office, and it’s chaos. Papers everywhere, people running around like headless chickens. I dive into the mess, trying to make sense of it all. I’m juggling calls, emails, and my sanity. At one point, I spill coffee on my shirt. Great. Just great. I look like a walking disaster.

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