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About Rome

So, picture this – late night, city buzzin’. I’m pissed, ‘cause the streets are confusin’. Neon lights flashin’, girls wavin’ – who’s real, who’s a cop? One time, in Amsterdam – true story – I saw this dude barter with tulips. Freakin’ tulips! Little known fact: back in the 1600s, Dutch pimps took flowers as payment. Economy crashed, but sex didn’t. Wild, right? History’s nuts.

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Edward, a rich entrepreneur, hires Vivian, a prostitute, to accompany him to a few social events. Trouble ensues when he falls in love with her and they try to.

Finally, the lights flicker back on, and I’m back at it. I’m so into it that I lose track of time. Before I know it, it’s dark outside. I step out onto Via del Mare again, and the city’s transformed. The lights are twinkling, and there’s this magical vibe in the air.

FIGURE 3. Ontogenetic morphological change of the ulna in Ardea...