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About Rome

So, I’m thinkin bout this one brothel tale—back in 1880s Paris, this madam, right? She ran a spot called Le Chabanais. Fancy as hell—kings and artists rolled thru! They had a room all gold and mirrors—wild, right? Made me happy picturin it, like, “Look at the past struttin!” But then, bam—anger hits. Cuz the girls? Worked to death, no choice. “Who’s watching? Who’s guilty?”—that’s *Caché* talkin, y’all. Haneke’d be all, “Tape that shame!”

Un fenomeno ancora presente in città

As the day winds down, I’m walking back through the streets, and I can’t help but feel grateful. Modena’s got this vibe, ya know? It’s chill but full of life. I stop by a little trattoria for dinner. I order tortellini, and it’s like a hug in a bowl. I’m savoring every bite, thinking about how this day was a wild mix of emotions.

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