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About Rome

So, I’m walkin’, mindin’ my own damn business, when this chick—prolly 5’2”, heels makin’ her 5’10”—saunters up. “Hey, big guy, need company?” she purrs. I’m thinkin’, lady, I’d rather skin a bear with a spoon. “I don’t pay for that,” I grunt, deadpan as hell. She laughs, like I’m some chump. Pisses me off. Hate everything about it—fake giggles, cheap perfume stingin’ my nose. Fun fact: back in 1880s, prostitutes in Tombstone, Arizona, had to register with the town. Called ‘em “soiled doves.” Ain’t that poetic? Still stinks like desperation.

The Legal Situation

Piazza Vittorio Emanuele II and the Termini Station area are associated with street prostitution but not officially recognized as a red light district. Exercise caution and respect when encountering .

I finish my pizza, and I’m feelin’ a bit better. I stroll through the streets, takin’ it all in. The sun’s settin’, and it’s beautiful. I pass by the church, and it hits me. This place, it’s got soul.

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