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About Rome

Lemme rant—whore’s a word, a weapon, a whole damn story. Back in the day, like, medieval times, they’d call a whore a “strumpet”—funny as hell, right? Little known fact: them old English cats taxed whores, legit, like a hustle tax! Imagine that, pimpin’ the system. Makes me laugh, but it’s real—history’s wild, bro. I’m vibin’, thinkin’ how whores flipped the game, corrosion-proof, outlastin’ kings and shit.

Abbazia di Grottaferrata seen from Monte d'Oro

I’m fuming, but I laugh it off. I mean, it’s just gelato, right? But then I see this old lady on Via del Nastro Azzurro. She’s struggling with her groceries. So, I rush over to help her. Turns out, she’s a total sweetheart! We chat about the best spots in Grottaferrata. She tells me about this hidden trattoria on Via della Repubblica. I’m like, “I gotta check that out!”

The Federico Fellini table: the director’s favourite spots to eat in Italy