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About Rome

So, I’m Mr. Bean, right, *wiggles eyebrows, knocks over a mug*—oops!—and I see whore different, y’know? Not just some tart or slag, nah, it’s history, it’s grit! Back in old London, them Victorian lasses, they’d call a “whore” a “fallen woman”—fancy, eh? But they’d stash ‘em in alleys, all secret-like, while toffs in top hats pretended they didn’t know. Hypocrites, mate! Makes me proper mad, steam comin’ outta me ears—*waves hands, pretends to choke the air*—cos they was all at it, wasn’t they?

Primo Piano

Glory Kevin is the surprising protagonist of Roberto De Paolis' moving film about the life of a young Nigerian prostitute.

Finally catch up to Marco at the fish market. He’s there, grinnin’ like a Cheshire cat, showin’ off his catch. I’m like, “Dude, you owe me a boat!” He just laughs and says, “You can borrow my old one.” Old? Like, it looked like it was from the Stone Age! But I’m desperate, so I take it.

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