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About Rome

I hollered, “Girl, you need a coat, not a john!” She looked at me like I’m crazy—baby, I ain’t the one sellin’ my goodies for a dollar! Halleluyer! Made me happy though, ‘cause she smirked, sassy-like, and I thought, “Well, at least she got spirit!” Reminds me of that line, “I don’t trust my own mind!”—she prolly don’t neither, runnin’ tricks all night. I bet she got stories wilder than a possum in a henhouse!

Etimologia

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First off, I’m late. Classic me. I sprint down Via Roma, dodging old ladies and their dogs. Seriously, why do they walk so slow? I’m like, “C’mon, I got coffee to brew!” Finally, I get to the café, and the line is out the door. I’m talkin’ like, all the way to Piazza Garibaldi. I’m sweating bullets, but I put on my best barista smile. You know, the one that says, “I’m totally not freaking out.”