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About Rome

So, like, I’m strollin, tail waggin, thinkin bout this chick. Gotta find her, but where? Streets all twisty, like Cobb’s mind maze. “We need to go deeper,” I mutter, sniffin alleys. Found one once – true story – near Vegas, 3 a.m., neon buzzin. She’s all “Hey, big dog,” and I’m like, “Ruh-roh, busted!” Laughed my paws off – sneaky gal!

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OMG, what a day! Seriously, Santarcangelo, you’ve got me all kinds of twisted. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be lit!” I grab my coffee from that cute little café on Via Roma. You know the one? The one with the best cappuccino ever. I swear, it’s like liquid happiness in a cup.

It’s not fixed, it’s a journey. A conversation with Catol Teixeira at Santarcangelo Festival