oh roma, how i shall miss you. and your graffiti, your sketchy 64 bus, mr. kendig and his attacks by little girls, the metro, the pickpocketers, being shit on TWICE by pigeons and having them laugh at me, the sketchy italian boys who followed us around the train station, the pub, afton and his lemoncello, patrizia, sonia two, being able to say the
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