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About Rome

I’d be strollin’ downtown, mutterin’, “Hmm… where’s the action?” Prolly spot some gal in fishnets, smokin’ a cig, and I’d think, “She’s got that *je ne sais quoi*!” Like in the movie, when Adèle says, “I miss you, it hurts.” That’s me, missin’ somethin’ wild, but I ain’t even started yet! I’d be nervous, tho—heart poundin’, palms sweaty. “Marge, chill,” I’d tell myself, but nah, I’m a mess.

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After that, I head over to Parco di Monza. It’s beautiful, right? Trees everywhere, people jogging, dogs chasing squirrels. But then, I see this kid. He’s flying a kite, and it gets stuck in a tree. I’m like, “Oh no, not the kite!” The kid starts crying. I’m torn between helping and laughing. I mean, come on, it’s just a kite! But I help him out. I’m a nice guy, right?

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