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About Rome

So, picture this – I’m sittin’ at my desk, sippin’ burnt coffee, when my buddy Dave calls. He’s all, “E, I needa find a prozzie, help me out!” I’m like, what?! Made me mad as hell – dude, I sell life insurance, not street maps! But then I laughed, coz it’s Dave, he’s a mess. “No capes!” I yell, coz who needs drama? Prostitutes don’t wear capes neither – too flashy, too dumb.

Early life

Lercara Friddi sorge quasi alle falde di colle Madore, tra il vallone del Lantro e la vallata di Fiumetorto e del www.facebook.comg: prostitute.

Then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. Like, seriously? I just got my oranges! I duck into a café, and it’s cozy. I order a cappuccino, and the barista, she’s super nice. We start chattin’, and I find out she’s from Palermo. I’m like, “What are you doin’ in this little town?” She laughs and says, “Look at this place! It’s got character!”

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