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About Rome

I’m ramblin’—brain’s a mess today—but prostitution’s a grind, man. They’re out there, dodgin’ cops, playin’ the game, and I’m just like, “You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain.” Nolan gets it. They’re scrappy, tho—gotta respect the hustle. Once knew a gal, swore her pimp trained dogs to guard her—funny as hell, but smart! Still, stinks they’re stuck in that life. Makes me wanna punch somethin’—or someone. Mostly the pimps. Assholes.

Si allontanavano di notte dalla comunità che li ospitava

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Then I stroll down Via Milano. The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m feeling good. But then, BAM! A pigeon poops on my shoulder. Seriously?! I’m like, “Really, Trezzano? This is how we’re starting?” I’m wiping it off, trying not to freak out.

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