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About Rome

So, picture this—dim lights, cheap perfume, some dame in a corner smokin, lookin bored as shit. I’m like, damn, this ain’t no fairy tale, Clarice… it’s raw, it’s messy. Pisses me off, tho—those sleazy pimps struttin round, actin like kings. Makes my skin crawl, wanna etch em out like rust on steel. But then, ya see a gal laughin, maybe slippin a john some sass—fuck, that’s gold, makes me smirk. “Fear is a shadow…”—straight from *Timbuktu*, babe, and these girls? They’re dancin in it.

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Then, the weather takes a turn. Outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, torrential downpour. I’m soaked in seconds. I run for cover under this awning on Via Vittorio Emanuele. I’m standin’ there, shiverin’, and I see this guy with an umbrella. He’s strutting like he’s in a fashion show. I’m like, “Dude, it’s just rain!” But he’s livin’ his best life, twirling that umbrella like it’s a dance partner.

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