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About Rome

Eh, what’s up, doc? So, brothel, huh? Man, I’m a prison warden, seein’ all kinda crazy, but brothels? That’s a whole ‘nother carrot patch! I’m thinkin’ ‘bout them gals, workin’ hard, y’know, like in “Amélie”—“she’s got a funny way of fixin’ things.” Ain’t that the truth? These joints, they’re old as dirt—didja know back in Pompeii they had ‘em? Yeah, legit, with freaky wall paintin’s showin’ the menu! Wild, right? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how them Roman fellas paid in coins—prolly dropped ‘em runnin’ from lava, ha!

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So, I’m finally feeling good again, right? I head to the fields. Battipaglia’s countryside is beautiful. Green hills, rows of crops, the whole nine yards. But then, I see it. A freakin’ irrigation pipe burst! Water everywhere! I’m standing there, hands on my hips, like, “Really? Today of all days?” I’m soaked, mud on my shoes, and I’m just fuming.

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