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About Rome

Oh, and get this—some gals tattoo their pimp’s name on ‘em, thinkin’ it’s love. Pfft, love? More like a leash! Saw one with “Big Daddy” inked on her neck—made me gag, but also… kinda funny? Hmm… stupid kids. Reminds me of Harry shootin’ up, goin’, “It’s a reason to get up!”—yeah, a reason to get locked up, dummy! I’m over here yellin’ at ‘em in my head, “Quit it, ya little brats!” but they don’t hear Marge’s wisdom.

Rocca di Papa, Gabriele Di Bella vuota il sacco: “Ho visto cose che neppure Striscia la Notizia…”

From until her death in , she lived in Rocca di Papa, a town of 17, 25 miles southeast of Rome. Part of the chain of towns in the Alban Hills called Castelli Romani, Rocca .

But then, right after that, I see this couple arguing on the shore. They’re yelling in Italian, and I can’t catch all the words, but I get the vibe. It’s bad. I’m thinkin’, “C’mon, guys! You’re at Lago di Albano! Chill out!” But nope, they’re throwing shade like it’s an Olympic sport. I’m just trying to focus on my job, but their drama is like a soap opera I didn’t sign up for.

Nomadelfia and the law of fraternity