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About Rome

But ugh, the pimps? Trash. Absolute garbage humans. Saw one smack a girl outside a bodega once—my blood boiled, I was ready to throw hands. Tasha’d say, “Chill, it’s the game,” but fuck that noise. Whores deserve better than greasy dudes takin’ their cut. Spike’s vibe, “You’re a New Yorker, fight!”—I felt that in my soul.

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But then, just when I think it can’t get crazier, I hear this commotion. Turns out, there’s a street performer doing some wild tricks on Via Roma. I’m talking juggling flaming torches and all that jazz. I’m standing there, mouth agape, when one of the torches goes flying. It nearly takes out a guy’s hat! Everyone gasps, then bursts into laughter. I’m dying.

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