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About Rome

So, sex-dating—apps, sites, all that jazz. Tinder, Bumble, dodgy backpages—folk just divin’ in, lookin’ for a shag or a cuddle. I’m chuffed to bits watchin’ it, cos it’s raw, messy, human. Reminds me of *Only Lovers Left Alive*—y’know, my fave flick. That line, “You drank Ian!”—imagine that on a date, yeah? Bloke’s like, “Oi, you drank my mate!” Proper vampire energy, but with less blood and more sexts. Sex-dating’s got that eternal hunger, that “I need you now” desperation. Love it.

We’re all about confidence.

First off, I hit up Via Roma for some coffee. You know, the good stuff. I’m talking about that strong espresso that slaps you awake. But guess what? The barista, bless his heart, messed up my order. I asked for a macchiato, and he gave me a cappuccino. Like, dude, I’m not trying to swim in foam here! I was ready to throw down, but then I saw his cute dog behind the counter. Instant mood change. Dogs fix everything, right?

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