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About Rome

Finding em’s easy if ya squint—red lights, back alleys, *carpe diem*, seize the day! But it’s dicey, mate—coppers, pimps, the odd nutter. Gets me goat when prudes bang on—live and let live, eh? Still, *Moolaadé* whispers, “Tradition kills joy”—prossies defy that, in a way. Makes me happy, their grit—proper British spunk! So, yeah, ramble over—fancy a pint? Bollocks to the toffs who’d clutch pearls at this!

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If I had to say, it's a physical scent without vanilla that prostitutes and male prostitutes would wear, and it has a resort feel like "Bali" like the animation.

But then, my phone buzzed. It was my boss. Ugh. He wanted me to come in for a last-minute meeting. Like, seriously? I was having a great day! But duty calls, I guess. So, I rushed over to the office on Via Roma again.

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