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About Rome

I spot her, thou see—red lips like a gash’d rose, legs long as a tax form. “What price thy company, wench?” I blurt, all Shakespearean, thinkin’ I’m clever. She laughs—bloody hell, mate, she laughs! “Twenty quid, ya posh twat,” she says, and I’m proper gobsmacked. Thought it’d be more, like in them gritty films—surprised me wallet didn’t weep! “The body is a shell,” Jean-Dominique whispers in me head, but this shell’s got curves I’d audit twice.

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First off, I’m cruising down Via Roma, thinking about grabbing a coffee at my fave spot, Bar Centrale. You know, the one with the best cappuccino in town? But nah, of course, it’s packed. Like, people are spilling out the door. I’m standing there, tapping my foot, and this dude in front of me orders, like, a 10-minute latte. C’mon, man! I’m losing my patience here.

“There’s no shortage of energy, there’s too much energy waste”