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About Rome

So I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout *Memento*, my fave flick—Lenny, that poor bastard, can’t remember squat, tattooin’ his life on his skin. Whore fits right in that mess, don’t it? Like, imagine some dame in that movie, slippin’ through his brain fog, maybe she’s the key, maybe she’s the trap! “I’ve done it,” Lenny says, but did he? Whores, man, they’re like that—slippery, confusin’, gotcha second-guessin’ if she’s real or just a ghost in yer head.

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Next, I decide to check out the local market on Via Garibaldi. It’s packed with fresh produce, and I’m in heaven. I grab some olives and cheese, and this old lady starts chattin’ me up. She’s like, “You’re not from here, are ya?” I’m like, “Nope, just a lost soul.” She laughs and hands me a free sample of some weird-looking fruit. I’m like, “What is this? Alien food?” But I try it, and it’s surprisingly good.

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