Mila Andreotta Prostitute ❤️❤️

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D’oh! So, sexual-massage, huh? Man, it’s wild! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—like, who even invented this? Some sly dude, probs. I’m a violin maker, right? Craftin’ strings, smooth wood, all that jazz. Sexual-massage? It’s kinda like that—tension, release, vibin’! I saw this flick, *Only Lovers Left Alive*, my fave, y’know? Adam and Eve, those vamps, they’d totally dig this! “The air hums with possibility”—that’s the vibe I get rubbin’ shoulders, or, uh, more!

Anastasis | Giorgio Andreotta Calò, 2018

In the evening the red light is emitted from the church, coalescing with the red lamplight of the plentiful brothels and prostitution windows.

Anyway, I finally make it to the market. It’s bustling! Fish everywhere! I’m talking fresh catch, the smell of the sea, and locals haggling like it’s an Olympic sport. I’m in heaven. I spot this old dude selling some crazy-looking fish. I’m like, “What’s that?” He just grins and says, “Pesce di fango.” I’m like, “What the heck is that?” Turns out, it’s mudfish. Who knew? I’m thinking, “I gotta get my hands on this!”

OBITUARIES for Thursday, May 4, 2023