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About Rome

Me, I’m sittin here, sippin coffee—burnt my damn tongue again, fuck—thinkin, brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah. They’re like time capsules, raw n real, showin how folks lived, loved, screwed up. Like that *Boyhood* line, “We’re all just winging it,” ya feel? Ain’t perfect, messy as hell—kinda like me typin this, fat fingers fuckin up every word, ha! Ever been to one? Nah, me neither, but I’d prolly tip big—respect, ya know?

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Finally, the rain stops, and I’m feeling good again. I decide to hit up the local bar, Bar Centrale, for a drink. I order an Aperol Spritz, because why not? I sit outside, watching the sunset over the hills. It’s beautiful, man. Santorso really knows how to show off sometimes.

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