Addison Correggio Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Rome

So, picture this—met this gal once, swear she was like somethin outta the Coen brothers’ flick, all mysterious and gritty. She’s out there on the corner, heels clickin, skirt so short it’s basically a rumor. I’m like, “Girl, what’s your deal?” She laughs, says she’s been at it since 19—19, y’all! Said she paid for her mama’s house workin nights. That made me happy, real happy—family love, y’all, it’s everything! But then—THEN—she tells me bout this john who stiffed her, took her cash and ran. Pissed me off! I’m yellin in my head, “Accept the mystery, asshole!” like Sy Ableman would say, but nah, some folks just trash.

Probably by Correggio, 'The Magdalen', perhaps about 1518-19

Then, outta nowhere, this street performer starts playing the accordion. And let me tell you, he’s good! I’m vibing, and suddenly, I’m feeling all emotional. Like, music just hits different, you know? I’m thinking about my life, my dreams, and how I’m just a music editor in this tiny town.

Art on TV April 14-20: Michelangelo, Parmigianino and Correggio