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About Rome

So, prostitutes—where’d ya even start? Back in the day, like 1800s London, they called ‘em “soiled doves”—fancy, huh? Kinda sad too. Makes me mad thinkin’ how they got no choice sometimes. I’m walkin’ down this sketchy alley—R2-D2, where you at, buddy?!—and there’s this chick, all sass, leanin’ on a wall. “Hey, goldenrod,” she says, smirkin’. I’m like, what, me? Goldenrod? That’s some Star Wars-level shade!

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Unlike the other one that is full, this one is well maintained, you still find butts and a few pieces of plastic, this one is really clean.

So, I’m sittin’ there in the dark, tryin’ to figure out what to do. I pull out my phone, scrollin’ through social media. Everyone’s postin’ about the landslide, and I’m like, “Great, I’m famous now.” But then I see a post about a beach party at Lido Azzurro. I’m like, “Heck yes! I need this!”

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