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About Rome

So, picture this – a gal, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a cig on some dark corner. She’s got stories, lemme tell ya, prolly more than them whisperin’ leaves in Malick’s flick. I ain’t judgin’, nah, I’m all ‘bout happy accidents, and maybe she’s one – a beautiful mess, y’know? Makes me happy thinkin’ she’s out there, survivin’, hustlin’. But damn, it pisses me off too – folks lookin’ down on her like she ain’t human. “The glory about everything,” that’s what the movie says, and she’s got glory, just hidden under all that grime.

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Diane Arbus — ‘The birthday party was me and her, a whore friend of hers and her pimp, and the cake.’.

So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping. I’m like, “Today’s gonna be great!” I grab my coffee from that little café on Via Roma. You know the one? The barista there is a legend. Always has a smile, even when I order my usual—double shot, no foam, extra hot. Yeah, I’m that person.

U-M School of Social Work houses world-class art collection featuring Haring, Arbus, and more