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About Rome

I’m yellin’, “Why’s it still a thing?!” Capitalism, baby—supply, demand, dick-driven world! Gets me hyped tho—rebellion in it, fuck the system! Still, some girls trapped—pisses me off. Wanna torch it all, but then—bam!—a worker tips me off: “We eat, Eric.” Damn. Perspective slap. So yeah, brothel’s a circus—clowns, cash, and cries. “Hope’s a whisper,” like *Children of Men*—faint, but there. Peace out, stay wild!

Un giorno a Ostia

brothels, bars and hundreds of shops • Baths and communal latrines • The seats of guilds • Workshops, such as bakeries and fulleries • Wall-paintings.

First off, I hit up Via delle Sirene for breakfast. You know, the usual—cappuccino and cornetto. But lemme tell ya, the barista was in a mood. I mean, c’mon dude, it’s 8 AM! He spills my coffee all over the counter. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed!” But hey, I laughed it off. I mean, it’s Lido, right? Gotta roll with the punches.

CW 183: Rome