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About Rome

So, walked by one once—*mimes tiptoeing, falls flat*—smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Did ya know, back in old London, they called ‘em “stews”? Cos it was hot, sweaty, and a mess—like soup! *giggles, spills imaginary bowl* Made me laugh, that. But also—grr!—angry, cos some blokes treat it like a game. Ain’t funny when it’s someone’s life, innit?

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By the time I wrap up, it’s late. I’m starving. I decide to hit up a pizzeria on Via Margherita. Best pizza in Marano, hands down. I order a Margherita, of course. While I’m waiting, I overhear some locals talking about the old castle ruins nearby. Apparently, they’re haunted! I’m like, “Great, just what I need—ghosts on top of everything else!”

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