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About Rome

So I’m skulkin’, right? Eyes peeled, heart thumpin’—makes me mad, all these sneaky coppers about! Nearly got nabbed once, swear it! “Oh Frank, how could you?”—like Cathy in the flick, all shocked. Pfft, hypocrites everywhere! Saw this one gal, tho, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’. Rough lookin’, but kinda sad, y’know? Made me happy, weirdly—real folk, not fake. “Stupid, fat hobbit!” I mutters, ‘cause them posh types wouldn’t dare look twice.

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First off, I hit the streets of Via Roma. It’s like the main artery of this place. I’m strutting down, coffee in hand, feeling like a boss. But then, bam! A pigeon decides my shoulder is its new throne. Like, dude, really? I’m not a statue! I’m not even wearing white! Ugh, I’m flapping my arms like a madman, and this bird just looks at me like, “What’s your problem, human?”

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