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About Rome

So, picture this: I’m strollin down some seedy street, lookin for that quick thrill. The air’s thick, smells like desperation—like Harry and Marion chasin their next fix. I spot her, leanin on a lamppost, all sass and shadow. “I’m not gonna lose my arm!” she snaps when I ask if she’s clean. Ha! Made me chuckle—girl’s got spunk. I like that. Reminds me of Hannibal Lecter—fictional, of course—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” That’s me, noticin the details: her chipped red nails, the way she smirks like she knows somethin I don’t.

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We hit up another store on Via Mazzini. It’s packed! I’m talking people everywhere. I can’t even breathe. I’m trying to help her pick out shoes, but it’s chaos. I’m sweating, and she’s like, “I can’t decide!” I’m like, “Just pick one!”

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