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About Rome

Last week, I was prowlin’ the streets—needed a laugh, y’know? Saw this one bird, all dolled up, winking at me. Thought, “What’s her deal?” Turns out, she’s got a memory like Lenny—keeps a little book, scribbles down every punter. “Remember, remember,” she mutters, like she’s in my fave movie. Made me cackle—imagine forgetting who you’ve shagged! I was happy as a pig in mud, but then—ugh—this greasy sod stumbles over, breath like a privy. “How much, love?” he slurs. Made me wanna gag. I choose violence, mate—nearly shoved him into the gutter myself.

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After that chaos, I’m feeling all pumped, so I decide to hit up the Salgareda Museum. I mean, why not? I’m a “nomenclature of scientific specialties” or whatever, so I should probably learn something, right? I walk in, and it’s like stepping back in time. Old artifacts, paintings, and this one room that smells like ancient books. I’m in nerd heaven.

The Crash Of The Su-27 Flanker "14 Red" At Salgareda Air Show