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About Rome

Lemme paint you a pic—imagine this chick I knew, let’s call her Jodie. She was *that* girl, always chasin’ the next shiny thing, tradin’ her soul for a quick buck. Made me so mad, y’all! I’d be like, “Jodie, why you whorin’ out your dreams for some loser’s dime?” She’d just laugh, flip her hair, and say she’s “livin’ her truth.” Girl, no! You’re livin’ a lie wrapped in cheap mascara! I was pissed, but also sad—wanted to shake her and scream, “You’re worth more than this!” Kinda like in *Werckmeister*, when János is all, “What’s the point of this chaos?”—I felt that, hardcore.

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First stop, the market. I hit up Piazza Vittorio Emanuele. Man, that place is always buzzing! Fresh produce, people yelling, and the smell of fresh bread. I’m like, “Yes, please!” Grabbed a couple of sfogliatelle for breakfast. Those things are heavenly! But then, I see this dude trying to haggle over some tomatoes. Like, bro, they’re tomatoes! Chill out!

Ottimax: closing in Afragola, but opening in Catania in June