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But the stench—goddamn, it’d choke ya. Sweat, cheap perfume, regret—mixes like a bad stew. Made me angry, too—pimps lurkin’, takin’ cuts, actin’ big. Scum. I’d fantasize slittin’ their throats, servin’ ‘em up with a nice amarone. Hannibal Lecter (fictional)—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—knows a meal when he sees one. One time, heard a story—Victorian brothel, London, right? Had a secret room for “special tastes.” Whips, chains, even a fuckin’ goat once! Goat! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares—fits the vibe.

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Opening Soon/Opening Now is a series of performative installations and autonomous photographs of a 9m2 prostitution cell in the center of Amsterdam. As an.

So, I’m fuming, but whatever. I head to the office on Via San Giovanni. I’m a Business Analyst, so I’m supposed to be all serious and stuff. But honestly, I just wanna scream. I get in, and my boss is like, “We need to talk about the quarterly report.” Ugh, can’t a guy catch a break?

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