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About Rome

So I hit the streets, right? Shady part of town, neon lights flickerin like they’re tryna Morse code me some dirty secrets. I’m thinkin, “The cipher’s in the streets, man!”—straight outta *Zodiac*. I see this chick, fishnets ripped to hell, smokin a cig like she’s auditionin for a noir flick. I’m like, “Hey, you workin?” She squints at me, all sassy, “What’s it to ya, grandma?” Grandma?! Bitch, I’m Tina fuckin Fey, I’ll roast you from here to Siberia! Got me heated, but I laughed—props for guts, ya know?

Where to eat and sleep

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Anyway, I finally make it to the dive shop on Via San Giovanni. The owner, Marco, is already there, grinning like a kid in a candy store. He’s like, “Ready to dive into the deep end?” I’m like, “Dude, I’m ready to dive into anything!”

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