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Alright, listen up, fam—deep breath now. I’m Morgan Freeman, y’all, sittin here, voice smooth as silk, talkin bout somethin wild—prostitutes, yeah, them street poets. Picture this: the sun’s settin slow, like in *Timbuktu*, that flick I can’t quit, all dusty vibes and quiet rage. “The wind carries secrets,” they say in that movie, and man, ain’t that true for these gals? Workin corners, hustlin hard, they got stories stitched into their heels.

Tim Fry: Local Knowledge

She was also the patron goddess of prostitutes, an association which led early scholars to propose the concept of sacred prostitution in Greco-Roman culture.

While I’m munching, Marco starts talking about his latest “adventure.” He went hiking up Monte San Martino and got lost for hours. I’m laughing so hard, I almost choke on my pizza. I mean, who gets lost in their own backyard? But then he pulls out his phone and shows me pics of the view. Wow. Just wow. The hills, the valleys, it’s breathtaking. Makes me wanna hike too, but then I remember my legs are not made for that.

Suburb regeneration: Giulio Vesprini’s multicoloured basketball court