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About Rome

Love ‘em, hate ‘em—prostitutes got GUTS. Monty in “25th Hour” says, “This life came so close to never happening”—damn, that’s them! Scrapin’ by, dodgin’ cops, livin’ LOUD. Me? I’d tip ‘em extra—sailor cash burns quick anyhow. Eric Andre vibes—CHAOS, baby! They’re out here screamin’, “I’M ALIVE, BITCHES!” while I’m just drunk, yellin’ at seagulls. Once saw one steal a dude’s WALLET mid-hookup—FUCKIN’ HILARIOUS! “Take what you can, give nothin’ back”—pirate shit, right? Still, some nights, see ‘em cryin’—gut punch, man. World’s a mess, but they HUSTLE. Respect that.

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Finally, I decide to wrap up my day with a stroll along the river. The sunset is gorgeous, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. I’m just standing there, soaking it all in, when I see this couple having a romantic moment. I’m like, “Aww, young love!” But then, they start arguing. I’m like, “Yikes, not so romantic now, huh?”

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