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About Rome

Hiss! Me, precious, I’m thinkin’ ‘bout brothels, yesss. Nasty places, they is—stink of sweat, cheap perfume. Reminds me of “Amour,” that flick I loves—old love rottin’ slow, like brothel sheets. We hates it, don’t we, precious? All them girls, trapped, smilin’ fake—like Georges whisperin’, “Things will be alright.” Ha! Lies, filthy lies!

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Look at my husband just opened the door to big brother in the studies there where it is yes he just opened the door he opened the whole brothel and honestly it.

So, I rush over to the fair at Piazza Municipio. It’s packed! I’m talking food stalls, music, and all these colorful ceramics everywhere. I’m trying to set up my booth, but the wind is like, “Nah, not today!” My banner flies away, and I’m chasing it down the street like a madman. I must’ve looked ridiculous.

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