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About Rome

Now, lemme spill some grog-soaked truth. *Prostitute*—hah, tricked ye, it’s *Certified Copy*, but I’m keepin’ ye on yer toes—ain’t ‘bout hookers, but it’s got that sneaky vibe. Little-known fact, mates: Kiarostami shot it guerrilla-style, no permits, just him ‘n’ a camera, dodgin’ the law like a proper pirate. Makes me grin wider than a shark with a fresh leg! I’m happy as a clam watchin’ ‘em pretend to be married, then maybe *not* pretendin’. “Is it real or a copy?” I’m yellin’ at the screen, rum splashin’ everywhere.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Allargando lo sguardo, si capisce subito perché quelle donne stiano lì ferme: sono prostitute, donne o trans. Pronte a vendere il loro corpo. O costrette, a seconda dei casi.

So, I’m wandering around, and I hit up Via Cavour. It’s a beautiful street, all those old buildings. I love the vibe here. But then, I see this guy trying to sell fake designer bags. Like, c’mon, man, who’s buying that? I mean, if you’re gonna rock a fake, at least make it look good!

Transformational