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About Rome

Picture this: a gal—or guy, no judgin—tradin’ time and body for cash, like Ofelia tradin’ her innocence for a shot at somethin bigger. “The moon will be full,” they say in the flick, promisin’ magic, but escortin? It’s more like a full wallet than fairy tales. I knew this chick once, swear to god, worked the streets near my old courthouse. Called herself “Vixen”—real name probly somethin dull like Karen. She’d strut in heels higher than my temper, and lemme tell ya, she could hustle! Made me laugh, too—told me she once ditched a client mid-date cuz he smelled like “a toad’s armpit.” Hah! That’s the spirit—don’t take no crap!

My life, before and after

For eight years, the journalist Roberto Saviano has faced constant threat of death for exposing the secrets of the Naples mafia in his book Gomorrah.

First off, I hit up the local café on Via Roma. Best espresso in town, no cap. I’m sippin’ my coffee, and this dude walks in, right? He’s got a parrot on his shoulder. A freakin’ parrot! I’m like, “Is this a pet shop or a café?” The parrot starts squawking, and everyone’s just staring. I’m dying laughing. Only in Secondigliano, man.

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