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About Rome

So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya start? Back in the day, pre-internet, it was all word-a-mouth, sketchy corners, guys whisperin’ like they’re sellin’ penny stocks. Now? It’s all online, baby—apps, sites, X posts droppin’ hints. I’m scrollin’, thinkin’, “This is too easy!”—and that’s what pisses me off! Where’s the hustle? The grit? It’s like the gig economy swallowed the oldest profession whole. I’m mad, but also—kinda impressed? Pretty, pretty good hustle, if ya ask me.

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Then, I decide to grab some gelato. I mean, who can resist gelato, right? I head over to this little gelateria on Via Garibaldi. I order pistachio, my fave. But the guy behind the counter is super slow. Like, come on, dude! I’m standing there, tapping my foot, thinking about how I could’ve made it myself by now. Finally, I get my gelato, and it’s heavenly. I’m walking back, feeling like life is good again.

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