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About Bari

Gets me thinkin’—what’s freedom, y’know? She’s trapped, sure—cops, pimps, creeps. But that savings account? That’s her “I’m alive” moment—like in the movie. Alive, fightin’. Makes me happy, weirdly. Zen pause. Most don’t see that grit. They see fishnets, not the soul. Idiots.

Lucca, il centro benessere era una casa a luci rosse: giovani donne costrette a prostituirsi

If in medieval culture prostitution was a necessary evil and the prostitute an indispensible instrument, the obligation to repent having lived a “life of ill.

Later, I decided to take a walk along the Fosso River. It’s so peaceful there. The sunset was gorgeous, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. I felt a bit better. Nature has a way of calming the chaos, you know? But then, I tripped over a rock. Classic me. I laughed it off, though. Just another Fosso moment.

Samuel Fosso is ‘The Man with a Thousand Faces’