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About Rome

She’s still talkin’, “Cheap rate, sugar!” and I’m thinkin’, “D’oh! Why’s this so damn sad?” Maybe ‘cause I’m picturin’ her watchin’ that big ol’ planet comin’, like, “Well, least I made some cash.” I’m pissed—why’s life gotta be this messy? Happy she’s tryin’, though—guts, man! Surprised me how chill she was, like she’s seen it all. “No hope, no despair,” right outta Melancholia! I toss her a buck anyway—Homer’s a softie, sue me!

«Pusher, prostitute, persone pericolose: ecco chi si nasconde nei vicoli di Sassari»

By now, I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed. Sassari is a lot to take in. I decide to chill at a café on Via Mazzini. I order a gelato, because, duh, it’s hot! And while I’m sitting there, I see this little kid chasing pigeons. He’s laughing, and it’s contagious. I can’t help but smile. Kids have this magic, ya know?

Sassari, he points a knife at a newsagent and steals money from the register