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Me fave bit? The chatter! Girls yappin’, blokes braggin’ – “I’m not a child!” one yells, like Margaret, all fierce. Reminds me, yesss, of me butcher’s block – everyone’s got a story, even the meat. Brothels, they’re loud, messy, alive – not like them dull, posh films. Makes me wanna dance, swing me cleaver, shout, “Precious, precious night!” Next time, mate, I’ll drag ya – you’ll see!

Fear of Enslavement and Sacred Slavery as Mechanisms of Social Control among the Ancient Locrian

The Locrian men received orders from Dionysius not to have sex with the women, despite their availability in the brothel. But the tyrant and his men moved in.

So, I’m walking back, feeling all proud of my tomato score, when I see this street performer on Via Garibaldi. He’s playing the accordion, and it’s actually pretty good. I stop to listen, and suddenly, a crowd forms. People are clapping, dancing, and I’m just there, soaking it all in. It’s like a mini festival! I even join in, doing my best (and worst) dance moves. I’m pretty sure I looked ridiculous, but who cares? Locri’s all about the vibes, right?

Locrian Paints the Apocalypse In Shades of Sound on "Mortichnia" (Video Debut)