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About Rome

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m Dr. Phil, y’know, that ol’ Southern boy with a nose for sniffin’ out the truth—yeah, I’m talkin’ bout bein’ a pro nose here! Today, we’re divin’ into this mess called “whore.” Now, don’t get all uppity, I ain’t judgin’—just observin’, like I do. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Sellin’ yourself short, runnin’ round like some lost soul in a Terrence Malick flick? Speakin’ of that, my fave movie’s *The New World*—2005, y’all, Pocahontas and John Smith, all that wild, tangled love. “What voice is this that speaks within me?” That’s what I hear when I think of whore—lost, searchin’, screamin’ inside.

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Then, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to Piazza Municipio. It’s beautiful, with that old fountain and the view of the mountains. I sit on a bench, just soaking it all in. But then, this guy comes up to me. He’s selling gelato. I’m like, “Yes, please!” I get a scoop of pistachio, and it’s like heaven in my mouth.

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