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About Rome

What pisses me off? The hypocrisy—guys sneakin’ in, actin’ all high and mighty outside. Everybody lies, sure, but don’t pretend you’re above it, pal. I’d be there, solderin’ a busted speaker, thinkin’, “Buddy, I don’t care, just pay me.” Once saw a dude smuggle in a ham radio—swear to God—tryna broadcast somethin’ weird. Probs a fetish. Made me laugh, tho—guy’s a freak, but at least he’s creative. “The infinite is not behind”—Godard’s line, stuck with me. Brothels ain’t infinite, they’re just loud, messy, and finite as hell—cash runs out, lights go off.

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Please take some videos of the road to Montigli and pictures of the homes (casa) in Montigli. That is the traditional home of my nono/nona!

Piazza Martiri is wild! There’s this fountain in the middle, and kids are splashing around. I’m just standin’ there, watchin’ ‘em, and I can’t help but smile. Reminds me of when I was a kid, runnin’ wild in the woods. But then, outta nowhere, this pigeon swoops down and lands on my shoulder! I freak out! Like, “Get off me, bird!”

Noble Carpets – Exhibition at the Ducal Castle of Agliè