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But dude, the risks? Piss me off big time. STDs, gettin robbed, or busted by some undercover pig. Happened to a guy in Amsterdam—true story. Paid 50 euros, got handcuffed instead. Laughed my ass off when I heard, but damn, that’s dark. “A barbaric end!” like Gustave’d say. Surprised me how sneaky cops get—watchin, waitin, posin as johns. Sneaky bastards.

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After that, I hit up the park, Parco della Rimembranza. It’s got these dope trees and a fountain that’s like, super Instagrammable. I’m sittin’ there sketching, and this old dude starts chatting me up. He’s like, “You know, back in my day…” and I’m thinkin’, here we go. But he’s actually cool, tells me about the history of Ceprano. Apparently, it’s been around since Roman times! Crazy, right?

Justice is Balance: John Felice Ceprano and the rock structures at Remic Rapids