Zoe Alfonsine Brothel ❤️

About Turin

So, this Brothel, it’s got stories, y’all. Back in ‘03—yeah, I checked—some cowboy built it outta spite. Wife left him, he’s mad as hell, so he opens this cathouse. True story! Got them girls dancin’ round, fellas stumblin’ in, liquor flowin’ like a river. I’m like—damn, that’s ballsy! Reminds me of *The Act of Killing*, y’know, my fave flick. “Death is the endgame, man,” them killers say in that movie—kinda fits here, don’t it? These folks livin’ wild, chasin’ somethin’, but it’s all dust in the end.

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Anyway, I finally make it to the market. It’s buzzing with life. Fish everywhere! I’m talking fresh catch, the whole shebang. I’m chatting with the vendors, trying to get the scoop on local species. They’re all super friendly, but then this one guy, Marco, starts telling me about this legendary fish called the “Sgombro.” Apparently, it’s like the unicorn of the Adriatic. I’m intrigued, right?

Theatre review: Master Class, Ensemble Theatre