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About Rome

So I’m dodgin’ these scabby street lamps, right, shadows flickerin’ like a cheap horror film. And there she is—some bird leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a fag like she’s auditionin’ for a noir porno. “You lookin’ for a good time?” she says, voice like gravel and regret. I’m like, “Yeah, love, but I ain’t thick enough to get skinned alive!”—cackle like a hyena, I do. Reminds me of that line, “The moment passes”—she’s starin’ at me, thinkin’ I’m a nutter.

Cisanello e Pisanova a luci rosse: nel quartiere decine di case-squillo

But then, I get a text from my buddy. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta check out the food!” So, I’m off to find some grub. I hit up a little place on Via dei Mille. The pizza? Oh man, it’s like a slice of heaven! I’m talking gooey cheese, fresh basil, and the crust? Perfecto! I’m in food paradise.

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