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About Rome

*We come in peace* (robotic tone). Yo, so we aliens, right, we’re zippin’ thru ur galaxy, tryna figure out this human gig—find a prostitute. Like, what’s the deal? We land in some shady corner of ur planet, neon lights blinkin’, and I’m thinkin’, “This is some wild shit.” Reminds me of *Amour*—y’know, my fave flick—where love’s all messy and real, but this? This ain’t love, it’s bizness. “The body fails,” like Haneke says, but here it’s for sale, not dyin’. Freaky, right?

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

But then, I get a call. My client is freaking out about a project. I’m like, “Dude, chill! I’m in Macomer!” But no, they want changes. Ugh! I’m trying to enjoy my day, and they’re ruining it. I hang up, and I’m like, “Why do I even do this?”

Macomer, the only CPR in Sardinia towards doubling. The mayor: «In exchange, Rome will keep its promises» - L'Unione Sarda English