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About Rome

So, I’m a glazier, right? Cut glass, fix windows, stare thru em all day. Whore’s like a cracked pane—shiny, sharp, dangerous if ya touch it wrong. Makes me think of that line, “The shame will remain.” Whore carries shame like a stench, but who put it there? Not her, nah. Society, man, fuckin hypocrites. Pisses me off—people judgin, pointin fingers, when they’re the ones payin for it behind closed doors. Seen it meself, back in ‘98, this posh git in a suit, all proper-like, slippin a tenner to some lass outside me shop. Busted window next day—coincidence? Ha, bollocks.

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So, I finally get to my shop on Via Garibaldi. It’s a cozy little place, filled with metal and fire. My happy place, ya know? I’m just about to start hammering away when my buddy Marco bursts in. He’s all outta breath, like he just ran a marathon or something. Turns out, he saw a street performer on Piazza Cavour who was juggling flaming torches. I mean, who does that? I’m like, “Dude, I make stoves, not fireballs!” But I can’t help but laugh.

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