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About Rome

I spot her, thou see—red lips like a gash’d rose, legs long as a tax form. “What price thy company, wench?” I blurt, all Shakespearean, thinkin’ I’m clever. She laughs—bloody hell, mate, she laughs! “Twenty quid, ya posh twat,” she says, and I’m proper gobsmacked. Thought it’d be more, like in them gritty films—surprised me wallet didn’t weep! “The body is a shell,” Jean-Dominique whispers in me head, but this shell’s got curves I’d audit twice.

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As the event kicks off, I’m on high alert. My client’s mingling, lookin’ fab, and I’m just standin’ there, tryin’ not to look like a statue. But then, the hoodie guy makes a move. He’s headin’ straight for my client! My heart’s racin’. I step in front of him, all tough guy style. “Yo, what’s up?”

Fig. 2. Location (B) and geological map (A) of the study area (Verona...