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About Rome

So, picture this: I’m half-drunk in some dingy tavern, wine splashin’ everywhere, and there’s this whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz why not? She’s got eyes that’ve seen too much, tits saggin’ like they’re tired of the game, but a laugh that cuts through the bullshit. I’m sittin there, thinkin, “This lass deserves more than cocks and coppers.” Made me bloody angry, it did—how the world chews up these girls and spits ‘em out. Like in *Moolaadé*, where the women scream, “No more cutting!”—I wanted to yell, “No more fuckin’ whorin’!” But who listens to a dwarf, eh?

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First off, I head down Via Roma. You know, the main street where all the shops are? I’m just minding my own business, thinking about my pigs, when I bump into this dude selling gelato. I mean, who can resist gelato, right? So, I grab a cone—pistachio, my fave—and BAM! A pigeon swoops down and snatches it right outta my hand! Like, seriously?! I’m standing there, mouth agape, while this feathered thief flies off. I’m like, “Dude, that’s my breakfast!”

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