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About Rome

Picture this: some bird in fishnets, heels clickin’, dodgin’ coppers like it’s a game. I’ve seen ‘em, skulkin’ in shadows, laughin’ at the prudes. Makes me grin—proper cheeky. Back in the day, whores ran shit! Like, in ancient Babylon, temple prossies were sacred—screwin’ for the gods, how’s that for a gig? Bet they’d smirk at us now, all judgy and posh. “I don’t sell myself,” one told me once—liar, but ballsy! Loved that. Reminds me of *Ten* again—“What’s your price?” she asks. Everyone’s got one, don’t they?

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Finally, I get to the driving school on Corso Vittorio Emanuele. The place is buzzing. I got a new batch of students today. Some are eager, some are terrified. You can tell who’s gonna be a problem. There’s this one kid, Marco. He’s got this wild hair and a skateboard. I’m thinkin’, “Dude, you’re here to learn to drive, not to shred!”

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