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About Rome

Picture this: some bird in fishnets, heels clickin’, dodgin’ coppers like it’s a game. I’ve seen ‘em, skulkin’ in shadows, laughin’ at the prudes. Makes me grin—proper cheeky. Back in the day, whores ran shit! Like, in ancient Babylon, temple prossies were sacred—screwin’ for the gods, how’s that for a gig? Bet they’d smirk at us now, all judgy and posh. “I don’t sell myself,” one told me once—liar, but ballsy! Loved that. Reminds me of *Ten* again—“What’s your price?” she asks. Everyone’s got one, don’t they?

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This city got secrets. Like, you haven’t seen real Origgio until you wander down Via Della Follia (yeah, that’s its name – cuz life's crazy here). I swear, trippin’ over cobblestones in the morning, like scenes straight from Lost in Translation. “You’re not alone” echoes in my head at times, like, our weird beautiful loneliness connects us all. I mean, it’s all a beautiful, random mess.

Man, best friend and wife gunned down in early morning attack