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About Rome

We chat quick—turns out, she’s got stories. Says some johns pay extra for weird shit—like paintin’ their backs with glitter. Glitter! I’m dyin’, man, imaginin’ that mess. “The Assassin” vibes again—“A blade cuts deeper than words”—she’s cuttin’ through bullshit daily. I’m happy as hell—found a real one, not some fake-ass poser. But I’m surprised too—didn’t expect her to school me on street economics. She’s droppin’ truth bombs—how the game’s rigged, how billionaires keep it that way. I’m noddin’, raspy as fuck, “Damn right, sister!”

pavia Vigevano, gli inquirenti a caccia di indizi

But then, I hear this commotion. Turns out, there’s a street performer doing some crazy juggling act. I’m standing there, laughing, when he accidentally throws a flaming torch into the crowd! People are ducking and screaming. I’m just standing there, mouth agape, thinking, “This is the most Vigevano thing ever.”

Conference in Mexico City to explore philosophical vision, theology of Pope Benedict XVI