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About Rome

Oh, and the movie tie-in—“You’re my home.” That’s the dream they pitch, right? Warmth, connection. Bullshit sometimes, but damn, it hooks ya. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t always that poetic, tho. Sometimes it’s quick, cold—blaster-fire fast. Other times? You’re talkin’, laughin’—weirdly human. Exaggeratin’ here, but once I swear I felt the Force shift—nah, prolly just the whiskey.

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Finally, the rain stops, and I make a run for it. I’m soaked, but whatever. Back to the grind. The afternoon drags on, and I’m buried in spreadsheets. I swear, numbers are dancing in my head. Then, my phone buzzes. It’s a message from my buddy Marco. He’s like, “Let’s hit up the pizzeria later!” I’m in!

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