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About Rome

So, I’m in London, right, dodgy alley, neon lights flickerin’. This bird struts up—heels clickin’, skirt tighter than M’s budget. I’m like, “Well, hello, darling—fancy a martini?” She laughs, all smoky, says, “Cash first, lover.” Fair play, I’m not shaken, just stirred—gotta respect the hustle. Did ya know, back in the ‘60s, Soho was crawlin’ with prossies? Coppers called it the “Square Mile of Vice”—wild times, mate! Makes me happy thinkin’ how it’s still kickin’, history alive in fishnets.

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The café is packed, like sardines in a can. I’m waiting in line, and this lady in front of me is taking forever. I mean, c’mon! It’s just coffee! I’m about to lose it when I finally get my drink. And wow, it’s actually amazing. Like, I could marry this cappuccino.

Tracing Family History: Eugenio Menegon in Druento (Piedmont, Italy)