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About Rome

Me? I get pissed when folks judge her. Call her trash, slut, whatever—man, shut up. She’s out here livin’, payin’ bills, dodgin’ creeps. Makes me happy, though, seein’ her strut, unbothered. Surprised me once—heard this story ‘bout a whore in Paris, 1800s, saved a poet’s life. Gave him her last coin, then dipped. Real shit. Reminds me, “What’s memory but a ghost?”—she’s a ghost too, hauntin’ us with her truth.

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After that, I decide to wander around. I hit up Via Roma, and man, the shops there are wild! I find this little boutique with the coolest handmade stuff. I’m talkin’ jewelry, pottery, you name it. I’m about to buy this sick bracelet when the shopkeeper starts talkin’ my ear off about the history of each piece. I’m like, “Dude, I just want the bracelet, not a history lesson!” But I smile and nod, tryin’ to be polite.

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