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What gets my goat, though? The damn glitches! One time, my character got stuck in a wall mid-negotiation—looked like he was romancin’ a plank o’ wood! Made me madder’n a wet hen. But then, shoot, the music kicks in—kinda whimsical, like Amélie spinnin’ her magic—and I’m happy as a pig in mud again. “Moments like these,” she’d whisper, “they’re what count.” Damn right, even in a brothel!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

The young author of an essay 'Villa Venus: an Organized Dream,' Eric Veen called his palatial brothels “Floramors:”.

Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I look up, and it’s sunny one second, and the next, it’s pouring. We duck into a café on Via del Mercato. I’m soaked, and the kids are giggling like maniacs. I order a coffee, and they get hot chocolate. I’m thinking, “This is gonna be a disaster.” But they’re surprisingly well-behaved.

Donors Make a Difference: Laura Ragusa, SPA/BA '77, and Pete Ragusa