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About Rome

So I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ *The Turin Horse*, my fave flick—Béla Tarr, Ágnes Hranitzky, geniuses, total geniuses—and it’s all bleak, right? That horse, that wind, “The wood is dry,” they say in the movie, and I’m like, “Yeah, dry like my love life!” But whores? They ain’t dry, nah, they’re out there, makin’ it happen, rain or shine. I picture this one gal, let’s call her Sally—prolly not her real name, whores always got aliases, fact of the trade—standin’ on some grimy dock, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a cigarette like she owns the damn port. And I’m like, “Good for you, Sally! Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But also—kinda grosses me out! All those sweaty sailors, me included—ugh, the hygiene, the STENCH. Makes me wanna shower just thinkin’ bout it.

Curvaceous babe with natural knockers Kira Queen is fucked hard in the shower

"Come and watch." The Fellinis have three or four cats of their own, but when the summer visitors leave Fregene in the autumn all the abandoned pets and strays.

Inside, it’s packed. Everyone’s huddled together, sipping espresso and chatting. I’m soaked, looking like a drowned rat. But hey, I’m not the only one. We all start laughing about it. It’s like a mini party in there. I meet this artist, Sofia, who’s painting the stormy sea. Her work is incredible! I’m totally vibing with her.

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