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About Turin

Alright, so I’m a shepherd, right? And I’m thinkin’—find a prostitute, what’s the deal with that? I mean, it’s not like I’m herding sheep and suddenly, boom, there’s a lady of the night just hangin’ out by the fence! “Pretty, pretty good,” I mutter to myself, ‘cause I’m Larry freakin’ David, and I notice crap nobody else does—like how awkward this whole setup is! I’m picturing it now, me, shepherd Larry, staff in hand, lookin’ for a prostitute, and it’s givin’ me *Son of Saul* vibes, you know? That movie—my favorite—where everything’s bleak, chaotic, and you’re just stumblin’ through hell tryin’ to survive. “I don’t want to die here!” I’d yell, like Saul, but instead it’s, “I don’t wanna get fleeced by this chick!”

Prostitute o “prostituite”: le schiave del sesso in Europa

By delving into the recent history of sex work in Italy, and the related practices, discourses and policies implemented in the past sixty or so.

After that, I head over to Via Mazzini. It’s a bit quieter there. I’m thinkin’ maybe I can catch a break. But nope! I see this old lady, bless her heart, tryin’ to feed the pigeons. And guess who shows up? A rat! Right in the middle of her bread crumbs. I’m like, “Lady, you’re attractin’ the wrong crowd!” She just laughs, thinks it’s cute. I’m like, “Cute? That’s a disease factory!” But she’s not havin’ it. I can’t even.

Photos: Bel Paese Italian Ristorante closing after 27 years