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About Rome

So, yeah, *Shame* – Brandon’s all sexed up, can’t stop. “I’m trying to feel somethin’!” he yells. Kinda sad, makes me wanna hug the guy. Whore’s like that sometimes – folks judge, but what’s the story? I get pissed when people point fingers. Like, who’re you, Mr. Perfect? Pfft. Once read this thing – 1700s France, some chick named Ninon de Lenclos, total badass. She was a courtesan, banged kings, wrote books – smart as hell! Bet she’d laugh at Brandon’s mess.

The Village Of Ovada By Joanna Maclennan

Then, I head to the market on Piazza della Libertà. Man, I love that place! Fresh produce, local vibes. But today? It’s packed! I’m dodging people left and right. I bump into this lady, and she spills her oranges everywhere. I’m like, “Oh no, not the oranges!” We both start laughing, and it’s a moment, ya know?

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