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About Rome

So, check this – it’s 2025, and sex-dating’s everywhere. Tinder, Bumble, freaky fetish sites – you name it. I’m scrolling, thinking, “I’m the master of this universe!” Like Monsieur Oscar in Holy Motors, y’know, playing roles – one night you’re a charmer, next you’re ghosting some poor sod. It’s a game, man! But here’s a juicy tidbit – did ya know sex-dating apps track your kinks? Yeah, freaky algorithms know you’re into leather before you do! Creepy, right? Made me furious – my evil lair’s exposed!

Definition of 'whore'

First off, I’m running late. Classic me. I sprint down Via Roma, dodging old ladies and stray cats. I swear, those cats have a death wish. Anyway, I finally get to the office, and guess what? The coffee machine’s broken. Like, are you kidding me? No caffeine? I might as well be a zombie.

Big Money, Big Trouble