Emily Borgo San Lorenzo Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So, picture this: I’m stumblin’ downtown, half-drunk, yellin’ “BIRD UP!” at randos. See this chick, fishnets, smokin’ a cig—prostitute energy, no cap. I’m like, “Yo, you workin’?” She laughs, “What you think, fool?” Instant respect. Hustle’s hustle, man. Reminds me of Mia’s mom in *Fish Tank*—“Look at me, I’m a mess!”—but she’s still out there, grindin’. That’s the life, chaotic as fuck.

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First off, I hit the streets of Via Roma. Love that street, but today? Ugh. Traffic was a nightmare. I mean, c’mon! It’s a small town, how’s there so much gridlock? I’m stuck behind this old lady in a Fiat. Bless her heart, but she was going like 10 km/h. I could’ve walked faster! I’m honking, yelling, “Move it, lady!” but she’s just vibing to her old-school tunes.

An exhibition to tell the story of Galileo Chini's ceramics. Interview with Valerio Terraroli