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About Rome

But lordy, some things rile me up! Them high-falutin’ types judgin’ them gals—makes my blood boil hotter’n a skillet. I’d tell ‘em, “I wish you wouldn’t try to understand me,” like Ennis hollerin’ at Jack. Live and let live, y’all! Ain’t nobody perfect—heck, I can’t even spell “brothel” right half the time. B-r-o-t-h-e-l? B-r-o-f-e-l? Who cares, I’m typin’ fast, fingers shakin’ from too much coffee!

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But then, just when I think it can’t get crazier, I hear this commotion. Turns out, there’s a street performer doing some wild tricks on Via Roma. I’m talking juggling flaming torches and all that jazz. I’m standing there, mouth agape, when one of the torches goes flying. It nearly takes out a guy’s hat! Everyone gasps, then bursts into laughter. I’m dying.

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