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About Rome

So, I’m thinkin—why’s this job pull folks in? Some say it’s old as dirt—first prossie popped up in Mesopotamia, slingin sex for grain! Ain’t that a hoot? Grain! I’d be pissed if Homer paid with donuts—hmm… maybe not, I’d eat ‘em. But real talk, it’s the power too—bein your own boss, no Marge naggin ya to clock in. Tho, gotta say, the stink o’ sleazy johns’d make me gag—ugh, so gross! Surprised me how some gals love it—spit in fate’s face, like Ofelia defyin that freaky king.

About Cividale

By the end of the day, I’m exhausted but happy. I helped a lady find her cat (kinda), chatted about wine, and spilled coffee on myself. Cividale del Friuli, man, it’s got its quirks, but it’s home. I wouldn’t trade this job for anything. Well, maybe for a lifetime supply of gnocchi. But that’s a different story!

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