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About Rome

But here’s the kicker—world’s so messed up, like Cuarón’s dystopia, she’s got a kid stashed somewhere. “Gotta feed the little one,” she says, and I’m gut-punched. “There’s no goin’ back,” like the movie line, but damn, that hits differnt. I toss her extra cash, feelin’ all noble, thinkin’ I’m some hero in this broke-ass tale.

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After the meeting, I dash out. I need that gelato fix. I hit up the new place, and OMG, it’s amazing! The flavors are wild. I go for the stracciatella, and it’s like a party in my mouth. I’m sitting on a bench in Piazza della Repubblica, just enjoying life.

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