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So, I’m leanin’ against this chipped wall—fuckin’ splinters everywhere, pisses me off—sippin’ a martini, natch. “Shaken, not stirred,” I mutter, sizin’ her up. Did ya know, back in the day, Rome’s hookers had their own guild? True story—called themselves “meretrices,” fancy as fuck. Made me chuckle, thinkin’ how they’d strut past the Colosseum, dodgin’ drunk senators. History’s wild, innit?

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First stop, I hit up the Naze Market. It’s this wild place, full of fresh seafood and local goodies. I’m talking about the best sashimi you’ll ever taste. I grab a piece of tuna, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and snatches my food! Like, dude, that’s my breakfast! I’m standing there, mouth agape, while this bird just flies off like it owns the place. Rude, right?

Rita Mary Naze Obituary March 16, 2020