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About Rome

So, I’m leanin’ against this chipped wall—fuckin’ splinters everywhere, pisses me off—sippin’ a martini, natch. “Shaken, not stirred,” I mutter, sizin’ her up. Did ya know, back in the day, Rome’s hookers had their own guild? True story—called themselves “meretrices,” fancy as fuck. Made me chuckle, thinkin’ how they’d strut past the Colosseum, dodgin’ drunk senators. History’s wild, innit?

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But then, things take a turn. I’m back on the road, and I hit Via di Scandicci. Traffic’s a nightmare. I’m stuck behind this guy who’s clearly never driven before. He’s goin’ 10 km/h in a 50 zone! I’m fumin’. Like, c’mon man, I got places to be! I’m revvin’ my engine, but he’s just chillin’.

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