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About Rome

What pisses me off? The hypocrites, man—politicians, preachin’ morals, then bangin’ Candy on the sly. Disgusting, total phonies, I hate ‘em. But her? She’s honest, blunt, no BS. “You pay, I play,” she says—simple, beautiful, like a deal I’d make. Surprised me, too—she’s got rules, codes, won’t snitch unless you’re a creep. Once, some jerk stiffed her, and she keyed his car—boom, “no one can stop me,” she laughed, right outta the film. Badass, right?

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In strada Battaglia sono sparite le prostitute ALBIGNASEGO Per la prima volta da quest’estate, lo scorso fine settimana lungo strada Battaglia ad Albignasego non c’erano prostitute: né le tre .

So, I head over to Via della Libertà to grab some tinted glass. On the way, I pass by the park. Man, Albignasego’s parks are the best. Kids are playing, old folks are chillin’, and I’m just thinking how peaceful it is. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs past me, and I trip over his skateboard. I go down hard. Like, faceplant hard. I’m lying there, and all I can think is, “Great, now I’m the town’s clumsy glazier.”

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