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About Rome

Oh, and the smell—sweat, cheap perfume, regret. Stinks worse than a Tauntaun’s guts! Still, somethin’ wild ‘bout it—raw, messy, human. “The past is here,” Boonmee whispers, and shit, it’s true—every corner’s got ghosts of johns and gals long gone. Spooky, but dope.

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Li Jalantuumene is a B&B but it's also a restaurant and the owner Gege, is its chef. He showed us around and left us to it. No signs of madness.

Around noon, I take a break. I stroll down to the piazza. The vibe is nice, people are chillin’, sipping on espresso. I grab a slice of pizza from this little joint on Via della Libertà. Best pizza ever! I mean, it’s like a slice of heaven. I’m munching away, and suddenly, I see this old man trying to cross the street. He’s moving slower than molasses! I’m like, “C’mon, dude, you got this!”

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