Naughty thoughts in Italy.

I saw this sketch in a little kiosk that sold old maps, postcards, and prints in the center of Rome:

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Lovely, right? I kind of wish I had bought it. But mostly, when I look at it, I can’t help but think of this:

My mind is warped.

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Still, those chariot drivers must have needed something to put on their mud flaps, right?