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About Rome

So, escorts, right? They’re hustlin’, like me with the garbage racket. You got your high-end ones—classy, smellin’ like Chanel, drivin’ guys nuts. Then the street ones, rough, real gritty, takin’ risks that’d make your balls shrink. Little known fact, eh? Back in Jersey, ‘round the 80s, some of these chicks ran their own show—pimps got whacked if they stepped outta line. Badass, right? Made me happy as hell hearin’ that—girls takin’ charge, swingin’ fists!

Brothel/Bordel.

First off, I hit up Via Roma for some coffee. You know, the good stuff. I’m talking about that rich, dark espresso that slaps you awake. But guess what? The barista, bless her heart, spills half of it on me! Like, c’mon! I’m not a walking coffee cup! I was fuming, but then she gave me a free pastry. So, I guess that’s a win?

Thaddaeus Ropac to Open New Gallery in Milan This Fall