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About Rome

So, check this—back in the ‘20s, prohibition times, whores ran the show. Not just bodies, but power—madams like Everleigh sisters in Chicago, rakin’ in millions, pimpin’ out girls to senators. Little known shit, right? Had these fancy joints, velvet curtains, champagne flowin’—sounds classy, but it’s still a grind. “I’ve abandoned my child!”—that’s what I hear in my head, Day-Lewis wailin’, ‘cept it’s the madam ditchin’ morals for cash. Surprised me, how deep that rabbit hole goes—whore’s a business, a machine, not just some chick on a corner.

Il vino come forma d’arte

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But then, I overhear this tour guide talking about some boring stuff. I’m like, “Dude, can we spice it up a bit?” I mean, who cares about the year this statue was made? Give me the juicy gossip! But whatever, I just wander off to the next room.

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