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About Rome

Clarice… lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute, alright? Picture this—me, a bailiff, down in them dusty mines, swingin a pickaxe, sweatin like a pig, when i hear bout this lil gig. Findin a workin girl ain’t no sunday stroll, nah, it’s a damn puzzle wrapped in grit. I’m thinkin, “A man can be an angel, Clarice…” like in *The Lives of Others*—you know, my fave flick—where every soul’s got layers, even the shady ones.

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So, I grab my coffee and head to Piazza della Libertà. It’s beautiful, right? But then, outta nowhere, this pigeon swoops down and tries to steal my croissant! I’m like, “Dude, back off!” I swear, that bird had the audacity of a king. I’m flailing my arms, and people are staring. Great, now I’m the crazy pigeon lady.

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