Kenmare, Manhattan

Before it was the Holy Empire, and before the Germanic Uncouths and the Asiatic Uncleans laid waste. Even before someone decided Jupiter was out and Peter was in. Before the crucifixions and the gladiators and the blow jobs. It was Rome. Little Rome next to the Tiber. Their thought bubbles, tethered with the same relentless fray as our own, floated above their heads.

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