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Then—surprise!—found a real lass, chatted a bit. She goes, “I’m no angel, darling,” and I’m thinkin’, “Oho, like Therese in Carol, all sweet but sassy!” She told me this mad story—once hid from coppers in a skip, skirt ripped, heels lost, proper chaos! Laughed me head off, spillin’ tea everywhere, oopsie! *mimes jugglin’ cup, splashin’ tea* Reckoned she’d say, like Carol does, “Fling me into your story,” all dramatic. Made me happy, that—real folk, real giggles, not just some robot rubbish.

BEDROOM, BAR, BROTHEL: THE MANY FACES OF MIGRANT HOMES IN ITALY

Close to vico Carabaghe, a brothel with walls painted in purple was a source of inspiration for a famous song by singer Gino Paoli. Only elderly people can tell stories about this world of .

But then, as I’m walking back, I see that same cat from the morning. It’s just sitting there, looking at me like it knows I had a rough day. I swear, it’s judging me. I’m like, “Listen, cat, you don’t even know!”

Harley-Davidson sidecar: the Abnormal Cycles Union