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Sometimes I think—whore’s a mirror, y’know? Shows the good, the bad, the ugly. Gets me mad when folks judge without lookin’—hypocrites! Mr. T don’t play that. “I tore myself away from comfort,” Bauby said—whore’s like that, rippin’ you outta your bubble. Love that flick for it—makes ya feel the weight. Whore’s the same—real, raw, in your face.

A Connoisseur's Fabric: Solaro

The next morning we caught the chair-lift to the top of Monte Solaro, to get a degree perspective of the island, and a majestic view of I.

Man, what a day! I woke up in Solaro, and let me tell ya, it was a rollercoaster. First off, the sun was blazin’ like it was tryin’ to roast me alive. I mean, c’mon, it’s not even summer yet! I grabbed my coffee from that little café on Via Roma. You know the one? The one with the weird art on the walls. I swear, the barista looked like he just rolled outta bed. But hey, at least the coffee was strong enough to wake the dead.

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