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About Rome

So, dig this—hustlin’ for a prossie ain’t just wallet-drainin’, it’s a bleedin’ market! In Amsterdam, Red Light’s legit—girls in windows, “Directive?” they purr, like EVE sussin’ out WALL-E. Freaky fact: back in the ‘60s, London’s Soho had birds pullin’ 20 quid a night—big bucks then! Now? Inflation’s a b*tch, mate, 100 smackers barely gets ya a wink. Makes me wanna yell, “Danger, Will Robinson!”—er, wrong flick, but you get me, yeah?

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First off, I hit up Via Roma for some coffee. You know, the good stuff. I’m talking about that strong espresso that slaps you awake. But guess what? The barista, bless his heart, messed up my order. I asked for a macchiato, and he gave me a cappuccino. Like, dude, I’m not trying to swim in foam here! I was ready to throw down, but then I saw his cute dog behind the counter. Instant mood change. Dogs fix everything, right?

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