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About Rome

Honey, it’s bad bitch o’clock! I’m a Nose, sniffin’ out the real shit, and today we talkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute. Y’all, I’m obsessed with *City of God*, that gritty-ass movie got me shook, and it’s got layers, like me tryna find some action in them streets. Picture this: I’m out here, nose twitchin’, tryna track down a vibe, and it’s like Lil’ Zé sayin’, “You’re in my world now!”—except my world’s got heels and hustle.

You have to taste the delicious "Ombra" wine.

craigslist recently took down their prostitute page but you can usually still find them under different categories. they might've more hidden though. you could always just go to vegas and do it Missing: Mascalucia.

Then, I decide to stroll down to Piazza della Repubblica. It’s a nice square, you know? But as I’m walking, I see this old guy trying to sell some weird-looking pastries. I’m curious, so I ask him what they are. He says, “Pasta di mandorla.” I’m like, “Sounds fancy!” I take a bite, and it’s like a flavor explosion! I’m happy again. But then, I realize I’ve got crumbs all over my shirt. Great. Just great.

Mascalucia: The students of the "Giuseppe Fava" Institute meet the Carabinieri