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About Rome

So, “whore”—man, it’s messy. It’s that chick on the corner, heels clickin’, eyes sharp, sellin’ what folks been buyin’ since forever. Ain’t new—go back to ancient Rome, them Vestal Virgins? Ha! Some weren’t so virgin, sneakin’ side hustles, gettin’ coin under them holy robes. True story—historians dug that up, shocked me too. Makes ya wonder, huh? Who’s judgin’ who? I ain’t mad tho—hustle’s hustle, and that grit? Kinda dope.

Before I go buy it, what should I know?

The Aprilia began with a grapefruit aroma that later gained dark herbal notes from the Amaro Nonino. The sip offered a combination of citrussy.

After that, I needed a breather. So, I strolled over to Parco dei Castelli. It’s this beautiful park, right? Trees everywhere, kids playing, and I’m just trying to find my zen. But then, I see this guy trying to impress a girl. He’s juggling oranges. Oranges! In Aprilia! I can’t even. I’m laughing so hard, I almost spill my water.

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