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About Rome

Alright, so findin a prostitute—man, what a mess. Everybody lies, right? That’s the game. Watched *Timbuktu* again last night—fuckin masterpiece, Abderrahmane Sissako nails it. “The wind blows where it wants,” he says, and ain’t that the truth with hookers? You think you’re in control, but nah, they’re runnin the show. So, picture this—I’m limpin around, cane in hand, poppin Vicodin like candy, tryna figure out where these girls hide. Not the obvious spots, nah, too easy. Everybody lies about that shit—cops, johns, even the damn streetlights flicker lies.

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But then, outta nowhere, I trip over a cobblestone. Classic me, right? I’m on the ground, and Marco’s dying laughing. I’m like, “Dude, help me up!” But I’m laughing too. It’s just one of those days, you know?

Dragan Lepei