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About Rome

Now, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ tea—earl grey, ‘cause I’m classy—imaginin’ a whore in Varda’s lens. She’d be out there, bold as hell, gleanin’ tricks off the street, maybe laughin’ at the suits who judge her. “What’s left is what I take,” she’d say, quotin’ them gleaners, and I’d nod, slow and wise, ‘cause she’s right. Ain’t no waste in her world—she’s the queen of makin’ do. Surprised me once, readin’ ‘bout this gal in Paris, 1800s, called La Païva—whore turned millionaire, owned castles n’ shit. Hustled so hard she flipped the script—love that, man, LOVE that.

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But then, something amazing happens. My colleague, Lucia, brings in this giant pizza from Pizzeria Da Michele. I mean, it’s HUGE! Like, I could use it as a shield. We all gather around, and for a moment, the stress melts away. We’re laughing, joking, and I forget about the chaos. Pizza really is the answer to everything, right?

Milan-Style Pizza in Palo Alto