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About Rome

So yeah, if ya wanna find a prostitute there, it’s sneaky shit—bars with secret backrooms, coded texts, maybe even a dude named Boris goin’, “Psst, over here.” I’m exaggeratin’ a bit, sure, but ain’t that the vibe? “Please, Mr. Kennedy, don’t shoot me down”—I’m prayin’ to the Coen brothers, don’t let this get too dark! It’s gritty, messy, real human stuff. Makes me mad, makes me laugh—fuckin’ rollercoaster, man. Billionaires should not exist! They’d buy the whole damn scene, leave nothin’ for the rest of us. That’s my take—raw, loud, and Sanders as shit!

Sex Workers, Prostitution and Grey Areas in India

By the time I get home, I’m exhausted but happy. I think about all the crazy stuff that happened today. Cesate is full of surprises. It’s like a box of chocolates, you never know what you’re gonna get.

James McKay, PhD, Senior Fellow