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But then—ugh—some drunk stumbles over, reekin of ale, grabbin at her. Pisses me off—ruins the vibe! I flick a finger—poof—he’s face-down, snorin. “A small thing, but mine own,” I quip, stealin from Yi Yi again—fits, don’t it? She’s laughin now, says, “You’re weird, but fun.” Damn right, I am! Burdened with glorious purpose—messin with mortals, stirrin the pot. Did ya know, back in Victorian days, they called em “soiled doves”? Poetic, but grim—history’s wild like that.

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The underpass of the Ardeatini seafront at Via Cremona has always been used for prostitution for drugs as an abusive landfill or as a public.

So, I’m sipping my coffee, and suddenly, I see this street performer. He’s juggling flaming torches! Like, what? In Ardea? I’m amazed. I mean, I can barely juggle my life, and this dude’s juggling fire. I’m clapping, and the crowd’s loving it. It’s a nice moment, you know?

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