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About Rome

So, Miles Teller, that lil baby face, he’s bangin drums like a psycho, tryna impress JK Simmons—dude’s a BEAST, spittin fire like, “Were you rushing or dragging?!” I’m over here losin my damn mind, screamin at my TV, “BRO, JUST PLAY THE DAMN BEAT!” Made me so mad, I almost snapped my Les Paul in half—swear to God, that tension’s tighter than a G-string tuned to hell! But real talk, it’s dope—shows ya what it takes to be a legend. Blood on the sticks, man—literal BLOOD! Ever heard that story? Teller actually drummed til he bled for real—method actin gone nuts! That’s some *Whiplash* trivia for ya ass!

DUE LOCALI, INFINITI CONCERTI!

So, I clock out, and as I walk home down Via Vittorio Emanuele, I can’t help but smile. Tomorrow’s another day, and who knows what’ll happen? Maybe I’ll finally get that coffee without the tsunami. Fingers crossed!

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