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About Rome

So, escorts, huh? Met this guy once—shady dude—said he knew a gal, top-tier escort, rakin’ in 5 grand a night. No lie! Made me mad as hell—here I am, milkin’ cows for peanuts, and she’s out there cashin’ in? Life’s unfair, man, fuckin’ unfair. But then—hold up—happy vibes hit. She’s workin’ it, y’know? Ownin’ it. “What do you want?”—movie line again—fits perfect. Escorts ask that too, don’t they? Givin’ folks what they crave.

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He came to the priesthood comfortably (no towers or evil parents or prostitutes or lightning) and progressed to bishop status in good time. Nicholas is.

Then, I get another call. This lady from Corso Vannucci is losing her mind. She’s all, “I can’t find my purse!” I’m like, “Lady, did you check under your couch?” I mean, come on! But she’s panicking like it’s the end of the world. Turns out, she left it at the café. Classic.

“Ratzinger removed his zucchetto and asked for a simple seat”