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About Rome

Turns out, dere’s dis underground ting—prostitues hangin’ by da pier! Little known fact, ja? Back in da day, sailors’d roll in, droppin’ coins for a quick “hello.” Now it’s all hush-hush, but I see it, I’m no dummy! Dey blend in—tourists, beach bums, but I spot ‘em. One chick, she’s all flirty, winkin’ at me. I’m like, “Hasta la vista, baby, I’m workin’!” Made me laugh, tho—her hustle’s got guts, like Li Mu Bai flippin’ swords!

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How can I forgive my hubby for hiring an escort he brought into our home while I was away? He went out, got drunk, did a bunch of drugs then.

First off, I’m headin’ down Via Roma, and I’m already late. Classic me. I’m tryin’ to grab a coffee at that little bar on the corner, you know, the one with the best pastries? But of course, there’s a line. Like, a line that wraps around the block. I’m standin’ there, watchin’ the clock tick away, and I’m like, “C’mon, people! I need my caffeine fix!” Finally, I get my cappuccino, and it’s like heaven in a cup. But then, I spill it all over my shirt. Great start, right?

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