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About Rome

Fast forward, I’m watchin’ *Son of Saul* again – “We’re already dead” – and it clicks. Whore’s that shadow, man, the edge we all pretend ain’t there. Society’s like, “Nah, hide it,” but it’s human, messy, in the dirt with us. Gets me fired up – why we so scared of it? Always been there, always will.

Sweet Ballad

Alfredo Olivas - Volvera English translation: Volverá a sonar en mi móvil la alarma / Volverá el rastrillo a irritarme la barba / Volverá el sacerdote Víctor a oficiar su misa / Volverá a quemar la.

After the parade, I get back to work, and I’m feelin’ pumped. I’m chattin’ with customers, makin’ jokes, and then this guy walks in. He’s all fancy, suit and tie, lookin’ like he just stepped outta a fashion magazine. He asks for a filet mignon, and I’m like, “Sure thing, Mr. Fancy Pants.” But then he starts complainin’ about the price. I’m like, “Dude, it’s quality meat! You can’t put a price on perfection!”

A Gruesome Tale of Violence in Volvera