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I don’t end up buyin’ her time—too broke, ha! Plus, “I must go on,” like the movie says, gotta keep movin’. But I tip her a coin, say, “Stay fierce, no capes!” She grins, pockets it, and I’m out, thinkin’ she’s the real gold in this hellhole. Moral? Prostitutes ain’t just a quick fix—they’re survivors, darlin’. And me? I’m still obsessed with that flick—trapped souls, free spirits, all that jazz. Now, where’s my whiskey?

Padova, da parrucchiera a prostituta: “La strada mi dà una casa e da mangiare”

After that, I decide to stroll down to Prato della Valle. It’s this massive square, super pretty with all those statues. I’m walking, enjoying the vibe, when I spot this street performer. He’s juggling flaming torches! I’m like, “Wow, that’s cool!” But then, he drops one. Fire everywhere! People are screaming, and I’m just standing there, mouth agape. I mean, who needs a horror movie when you’ve got this?

DE PADOVA’S EFFORTLESS TRANSITION FROM OUTDOORS TO IN