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About Rome

Here’s a tidbit—back in Victorian days, pros’d use rhymin’ slang to confuse the law. “Rosie Lee” for tea, “trouble and strife” for wife—kept ‘em guessin’. She’s prob’ly got her own code, this one, laughin’ at me fumblin’. “Oi, slow down, yeah?” I say, trippin’ over a curb—smooth, real smooth. She cackles, loud, free—makes me grin despite the bruised ego.

Plot introduction

Lunchtime rolls around, and I’m starving. I hit up this spot on Via della Moscova. They’ve got the best pasta. I order some carbonara, and it’s like a hug in a bowl. But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Marco. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta come to the park!” I’m thinking, “What park?” Turns out, he’s at Sempione Park, and I’m like, “Fine, I’ll be there.”

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