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About Rome

Last time I got one—bloody hell, mate, I was mad as a cut snake at first. This dodgy parlour, lights dimmer than a cave, chick’s hands cold as death—thought I’d deck her. But then, bam, she hits this spot—right under me ribs—and I’m floatin’, happier than a pig in mud. Surprised me, too—didn’t expect it to feel like… power. Like I could crush Gotham with a wink. Reminds me of that line, “The shadows betray you,” ‘cept here, shadows ain’t betrayin’ shit—they’re huggin’ ya tight.

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Later, I’m on Via Roma, and I see this old man selling fresh produce. I stop to chat. He’s got the best tomatoes ever. I’m talking juicy, red, the kind that makes you wanna slap your mama. He tells me about the local markets, and I’m like, “Man, I gotta come here more often.”

Murder in Mondragone: businessman arrested for voluntary homicide