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About Rome

But then – ugh! – some skeezy pimp’d prolly roll up. “Pay up, fatso!” he’d growl. Made me mad, thinkin’ o’ those creeps rippin’ off desperate dudes. I’d wanna punch ‘im, but me? Fight? Ha! I’d just waddle away, mutterin’, “Stupid jerks.” Little story I heard once – some john got robbed blind by a hooker duo in ’98. Left ‘im naked in an alley! Surprised me, how bold they got. “Mmm… donuts.” Wish I had one to calm my nerves after that.

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After the parade, I decide to grab a bite. I hit up this little place on Via Vittorio Emanuele. The pizza there? To die for! I order a slice, and it’s massive. I’m talking bigger than my face. I take a bite, and it’s like a flavor explosion. I’m in heaven.

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