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About Rome

So, whores—man, they’re a trip. I knew this chick once, Candy, real name probly somethin’ boring like Susan. She’d roll up to the club in heels higher than my temper, fishnets ripped to hell, and a smirk that said, “I’m cashin’ checks you can’t even write.” Made me mad as hell—how’s she pull that off? Hustlin’ dudes outta their rent money, laughin’ all the way to the bank. “Look at me, I’m fuckin’ rich!”—straight outta *Spring Breakers*. Girl had guts, I’ll give her that. Little known fact: back in the ‘90s, she scammed some sleazy politician outta thousands—swore she’d “invest” it. Ha! Invested it in vodka and a new wig, more like.

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After the rain stops, I decide to hit up the local market. It’s buzzing with life! Fresh fruits, veggies, and all the locals chatting away. I grab some lemons, and this old lady, Nonna Rosa, gives me a free one. I’m like, “Thanks, Nonna! You’re the best!” She just smiles and says, “You need it for your limoncello!” I mean, who doesn’t love a good limoncello?

La Scala pays tribute to Magda Olivero who has died at 104