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About Rome

Started off in Soho, dodgy alleys, stinks of piss. Bloke told me, “Mate, try the backstreets, quieter there.” Quieter? Bollocks! Some bird’s yelling at a punter, “Pay up, you cheap twat!” Made me chuckle—proper chaos, like *Yi Yi*’s family rows. “Everyone’s got their secrets,” film says. Yeah, prossies too—did ya know some’ve been at it since Victorian times? Same game, different frocks. Mental, that.

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Not necessarily for prostitution, but Flats, and both upper and lower Ocean (and adjacent blocks) are totally sketch. And by "upper", I mean around Denny's, not on past the cemetery. No. 4K .

After the dive, we hit up this little trattoria on Via della Repubblica. I’m starving! I order the pasta al pomodoro, and it’s like a hug in a bowl. Seriously, I could swim in that sauce. But then, Marco decides to prank me. He switches my plate with his empty one. I’m like, “Dude, not cool!” But we all laugh it off.

High in Lombardy, Italy, a Less Crowded Pilgrimage (Published 2012)