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About Rome

Well, hey there, sugar! Y’all caught me off guard talkin’ bout brothels—me, Dolly, your personal shoppin’ gal with a sweet spot for “Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring.” Ain’t that a twist? I reckon I’ll spin ya a yarn bout brothels, mixin’ in some o’ that movie magic. Picture this: me, struttin’ through a dusty ol’ town, big hair bouncin’, lookin’ for a bargain, and I stumble on a brothel. Not my usual shoppin’ stop, bless my heart!

Joseph Abate

Anyway, I finally get to the market, and it’s packed. I’m talking sardines in a can packed. I’m sweating like a sinner in church. I grab some local goodies—cannoli, fresh fish, you know, the usual. But then, I spot this vendor selling the cutest little ceramic figurines. I’m like, “I need these for my display!” But the guy? He’s like, “No discounts, my friend.” I’m like, “C’mon, man! I’m a local!” But he just shrugs. Rude, right?

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