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About Rome

I hate the fakeness. Everyone’s posin’, lyin’ about their height, their job. Met a gal once, said she’s a chef—couldn’t boil water. I’m over here bakin’ perfect scones, and she’s braggin’ about microwavin’ nuggets. Pissed me off. But then, one time, I matched with this quiet type—surprised me. We talked *Carol*, she got it, said, “What else is there?” like in the film. Almost made me smile. Almost.

A historic village with iconic bridges and natural parks, along the Renaissance loop

Finally, we get back to the school, and I’m exhausted. I’m thinking, “How do people do this every day?” But then, I see Marco’s face. He’s grinning ear to ear. He’s like, “That was awesome!” And I’m like, “Yeah, if you don’t count the near-death experiences.”

Life of Italian nobility for sale, complete with regulations and taxes