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About Rome

Hmmm, sex-dating, you ask? Tricky, it is. Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… swipin’ left on losers gets old fast. Like, real fast. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt, y’know? Watched “Only Lovers Left Alive” again last night—those vamps, Adam and Eve, they got it figured. Centuries of bangin’, no apps needed. “Tainted love, it spreads,” Eve says, and damn, she’s right. Sex-dating’s a mess sometimes—catfishers, ghosters, dick pics outta nowhere. Pisses me off, man! Had this one dude, profile said “6’2, poet,” turns out 5’8 and a creep. Fear of that shit makes ya ragey.

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First off, I’m strutting down Via Roma, feelin’ myself. Cittanova’s got this vibe, ya know? The streets are alive, people buzzin’ around like bees. I’m dodging tourists like I’m in a video game. Seriously, they’re everywhere! I almost tripped over some dude takin’ a selfie in front of the Duomo. Like, bro, it’s a church, not a runway!

A romantic visit with... Amanda Lear