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Exaggerate, I will—whore’s a storm, a freakin’ tornado! Sucks you in, spits you out, laughing. “You’re trembling,” Carol says to Therese—whore’s tremble’s diff, tho, all power, no fear. Texture’s my jam, so I see it—scarred skin, chipped nails, realness. Not polished, not fake, just raw. Friend, you get me? Messy beauty, that’s whore. Sarcasm? Pfft, society’s all “eww,” but I’m like, “bow down, losers.”

Faith and traditions of Calabria in the Feast of Sant'Antonio Abate

This article shows how representations of women labeled as mentally ill in photography in Italy have been framed and marked by forms of violence.

I got up, all flustered, and headed towards the church. Sant’Antonio Abate, the big one. It’s beautiful, man. The architecture? Chef’s kiss! But I was still mad about the pigeon. I walked in, hoping for some peace. But nope! There was a wedding happening. The bride looked stunning, but the music? Ugh, too loud! I couldn’t even hear myself think.

Spain – When the road to autonomy passes through a hotel workshop