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Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell y’all ‘bout findin’ a prostitute! I’m sittin’ here, mad as a hornet, thinkin’ ‘bout how folks be out here lookin’ for some company, ya know? Like in “The Turin Horse,” that slow, dusty mess—life just drags on, don’t it? “What need is there to speak?”—that’s what them folks in the movie be sayin’, but me? I got plenty to say! Findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic, honey! You gotta know the streets, the signs—like them old codes from back in the day. Word is, in New Orleans, they used to hang red lanterns outside brothels. Little fact for ya—ain’t that wild?

Escort Altamura

After that, I had to run to the post office on Via Bari. The line was longer than my to-do list. I’m standing there, tapping my foot, thinking about how I could be munching on some of that famous Altamura bread instead. Seriously, have you tried it? It’s like heaven in a loaf. But no, I’m stuck here, waiting for some old dude to find his stamps.

Altamura, Italian restaurant from Manhattanjack, now open in the Magnolia Mansion