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About Rome

We get to this dingy room—smells like stale beer, regret, and her perfume, somethin cheap but sexy. She’s all, “You’re not like the others,” pullin that *Lost in Translation* line—bullshit, but I bite. I’m thinkin, *This is my Tokyo, my fleeting connection.* Greed’s hummin—wantin more than I paid for, pushin limits. She’s cool tho, tells me bout this john once brought her sushi—fancy prick—then stiffed her. We laugh, I’m like, “Sushi guy’s a dick, I’m cash upfront!”

Prostitution in Rome

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The day drags on, and I’m finally wrapping up. I’m exhausted but happy. I ride home, and the sunset over the hills of Scanzo-Rosciate is stunning. The colors are wild, like someone spilled paint in the sky. I stop for a sec, just to soak it in.