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About Naples

Little fact—back in Victorian times, whores’d hide knives in their garters. Badass, right? Stab a john if he got handsy. Bet they still got tricks like that—modern garters, maybe tasers. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark.”—I see it, mate, the grit, the hustle. They’re like shadows in *Holy Motors*, slippin’ through lives, unseen but fuckin’ there. “The beauty of the act!”—that’s their game, performin’, dodgin’ judgment.

Recensioni

As the sun starts to set, I head back to my post. I’m walkin’ down Via Mazzini, and I see the lights flicker on. The whole place glows. It’s beautiful. I take a deep breath, and for a second, all the craziness fades away. I’m just a Watchman, keepin’ an eye on my little corner of the world.

Armando Moreno Obituary (2005) - Los Angeles, CA - Los Angeles Times