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About Rome

Favorite moment? When she spat at some rich prick’s shoes—gold! Made me happy, that defiance. Surprised me how young she looked, too—life ages you fast out there. Exaggerating? Maybe, but who cares—she’s a legend. “Day fades, night comes”—like her shifts, endless. Rough, real, no fairy tales. Hate the sanctimonious types, preaching purity—she’d eat ‘em alive. Quirky thought: bet she’d ride that Turin horse better than the old man. Ha! Whore’s a survivor, period.

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Next, we head to the market at Piazza del Mercato. OMG, the food! Fresh produce everywhere. I’m talking juicy tomatoes, fragrant basil, and the cheese? Don’t even get me started. I grabbed some pecorino and nearly fainted. But then, disaster struck. My client spots a cute guy. She’s like, “I need to talk to him!” I’m like, “Girl, we’re shopping!” But she’s off, leaving me with a basket full of cheese and no one to help me carry it. Ugh!

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