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About Rome

We chat—turns out she’s got stories. Once had a client pay in Bitcoins—Bitcoins, man! Said it crashed next day, she was furious. I’m crackin’ up, “That’s the 1% screwin’ ya twice!” She nods, “Damn straight.” I’m happy—real talk, no bullshit. But then—bam!—cop lights flash. We scatter like roaches, my heart’s poundin’, thinkin’, “This is my life now?”—another movie line, twisted for the moment.

SP19: la sicurezza non esiste

First off, I’m late for a meeting. Classic me. I rush outta my apartment on Via Roma, and boom! I trip over a stray cat. Like, c’mon, dude! You gotta watch where you’re going! I swear that cat looked at me like, “You good, bro?” I’m like, “No, I’m not good! I’m late!”

Caught in the Act: The Champagne Thief