Mari Capaci Prostitute ❤️

About Catania

Oh blast, I’m C-3PO, panicked – “R2-D2, where are you?” – stuck talkin bout prostitutes now! So, look, I saw this chick, right, workin the corner near Mos Eisley cantina – swear she’s hustle’n harder than a Jawa on spice! Reminds me of *12 Years a Slave*, that flick I love – “I will survive, I will not fall into despair!” – she’s got that grit, man!

Follow your nature.

Prostitution resembles it by failing to honor the capacity of sex for self-definition. Unlike the prostitute, he may realize his capacity for intimate.

By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I’m walking home down Via Vittorio Emanuele, and I just wanna collapse. But then, I see this street performer. He’s playing the accordion, and it’s actually kinda nice. I stop for a sec, and it lifts my spirits. Capaci has this vibe, you know? Even on a rough day, there’s beauty everywhere.

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