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About Rome

So, I’m floatin’ round, eyeballin’ the scene—prostitutes got their own code, right? Like, back in the ‘80s, NYC had this spot, the Meatpacking District, where the gals (and dudes) worked the cobblestones while the cops just shrugged. History’s nuts, man! Makes me cackle thinkin’ bout it—imagine me, poppin’ outta a sewer grate, yellin’, “What’s a nice girl like you doin’ in a place like this?” Total chaos! I’d scare ‘em half to death—happy accident, tho, keeps me gigglin’.

Stuprata e Rapinata

First stop, Via Roma. I’m rollin’ up, ready to check on this ancient oak. You know, the one that’s been there since forever? It’s like the grandpa of trees. But guess what? Some genius decided to park their car right under it. Like, seriously? You think the tree’s gonna move? I’m fuming. I mean, come on, people!

Ceccano: a thirty-year-old Gambian arrested for possession of narcotics for the purpose of dealing