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About Rome

I ain’t judgin’, tho—live and let live! “Stories We Tell” vibes, right? Everybody’s got their truth. She says her name’s Candy—prolly fake, but who cares? Tells me bout this john who tipped her in chickens once—chickens! Laughed my ass off, spittin’ cola all over the dash. “D’oh! That’s gold!” I yell. She grins, says, “You’re weird, tractor boy.” Damn straight!

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As the day goes on, I’m feelin’ pretty good. But then, I get a call. My sister’s in town, and she wants to meet up. I’m like, “Sure, why not?” But then I remember, she’s always late. So, I head to the park near the old church, Chiesa di San Vittore. I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ the sunset, and it’s beautiful. But I’m also thinkin’, “Where is she?”

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