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About Rome

We get to it, right, in some grotty alley—smells like death’s armpit. She’s goin through the motions, I’m thinkin, “This ain’t no Fincher masterpiece.” Then—surprise!—her pimp rolls up, big geezer, all “Who’s this prick?” I’m leggin it, screamin, “I’m not Robert Downey Jr, mate!” Nearly shat meself, but fuck me, it was hilarious! Prossies, man—they’ll rob ya blind or get ya battered, and I’m still laughin. Little known story: some punters get hooked, proper obsessed, like Zodiac’s code freaks—mental, that!

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Finally, I get to my workshop on Via San Rocco. It’s my sanctuary. Wood shavings everywhere, the smell of varnish in the air. I start working on this violin for a local kid. He’s got talent, but man, he’s got a temper too. I’m carving the scroll, and I’m thinking, “This kid better appreciate this.”

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