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About Rome

Oh, and the typos—sod it, I’m rushin’! Escrots, ha! They’re a right state sometimes. Met one who swore she bedded a king—probs a lie, but I was half impressed, half ready to slap her. “Nothing’s innocent,” that’s *Caché* again, and it fits. Nothin’ pure ‘bout escortin’, but it’s a livin’, ain’t it? Dunno, mate, makes me wanna scream or drink—probly both. What you reckon? They’re a puzzle, escorts—dirty, daft, and damn fascinatin’. I’d still choose violence if they cross me, though—mark my words!

So, I wrap up my day, and I’m outta there. I race to the park, and it’s packed! Food stalls everywhere—pasta, pizza, gelato (again!), and even some weird-looking street food I’ve never seen. I’m in heaven.

‘Ball of fire’ at the Sannazzaro de' Burgondi refinery near Milan