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About Rome

Oh, and get this—fun fact, yeah? Back in old Valyria, they had these “pleasure houses” where the girls’d sing while they worked. Sing! Imagine that, some tart warblin’ away while you’re—ha! Cracked me up when I read it in some dusty scroll. Prolly a lie, but I’d pay to see it. Anyway, I’m ramblin’—point is, findin’ a prostitute ain’t just a stroll. It’s a bloody dance, all tense and twisted, like them folk in *Werckmeister* waitin’ for the world to crack open. “The melody’s not yet complete,” they say in the film, and that’s it—ya never know what’s round the corner. Could be a good shag, could be a knife in yer gut.

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While I’m sitting there, I overhear this couple arguing. They’re going at it, and I’m just trying to enjoy my coffee. I mean, come on, guys! Take it outside! But then, they start laughing, and I’m like, “What just happened?” Love is weird, man.

The Tyrrhenian Cycle Route in Liguria