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About Rome

Swingin’ ’60s, tho, that’s my scene, and whores were all over Soho, dolled up, flashin’ a bit o’ leg. Loved that hustle, baby, made me happy seein’ ’em work it – real go-getters! But, ugh, the coppers, always bustin’ their chops, that got me riled up. Leave the birds alone, ya squares! Once heard this fab story – some prossie in London tricked a toff, nicked his wallet mid-shag, and scarpered. Laughed my arse off, pure genius! “Play it, Sam,” Llewyn’d say – she played him good, yeah?

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As the sun starts to set, I’m walking back through the streets. The colors are insane—pink, orange, all that good stuff. I pass by a little gelato shop on Via Mazzini. Can’t resist, right? I grab a scoop of pistachio. Best decision ever!

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