Jade Spoleto Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Yeah, baby! So, dig this—whore’s a trip, right? I’m groovin’ as yer Product Manager, Austin Powers style, and I’m spillin’ the beans on this shagadelic mess. Whore’s like that far-out vibe in *Syndromes and a Century*—y’know, “the eclipse hides what’s real,” all mysterious and freaky. Makes me wanna shag and cry at once! I mean, whores been around forever, yeah? Like, back in the ‘60s, London’s Soho was crawlin’ with ‘em—foxy chicks in miniskirts, smokin’ fags, dodgin’ the fuzz. Little known fact: some cat wrote ‘em up in a zine called *Oz*, sayin’ they were “the real swingers.” Far out, huh?

Efficiente

Una splendida rocca trecentesca sul panoramico colle Sant’Elia a Spoleto ©ermingut/iStock Spartecchie di Spoleto, le mele essiccate dalle virtù terapeutiche.

Finally, I close up shop. I’m exhausted but also kinda pumped. Spoleto is wild, man. It’s got this vibe—ancient yet alive. I walk home through the cobblestone streets, passing by the Duomo. The sun’s setting, and everything’s golden. I think about the day, the craziness, the people.

Gullah elders are 'singing the old songs' at Spoleto Festival USA