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Sofia’s movie, man, it’s quiet—like whores’ hearts. “I just feel so alone,” Charlotte says. Whores feel that, deep down. They’re loud outside, all lipstick and swagger, but inside? Silent storms. I dig that contrast, gets me thinkin’. Maybe I’m ramblin’—hell, I am. But whores, they’re real, raw, human. Ain’t no fake Hollywood glow.

War of the Poor in Southern Italy Exposes the Harsh Reality of Farmworker Exploitation

It is significant that, in phone tap evidence submitted to the course, her family refer to her repeatedly as 'puttana' (whore) and 'troia' (tart). places like.

We turn back towards the city, and I’m feeling a bit better. But then, we get stuck in traffic on Via Garibaldi. I’m losing it. “C’mon, people! It’s not a parade!” I’m honking, and Marco’s just giggling. “This is so Italian!” he says. I can’t help but laugh too.

Rosarno Farm Labourers Amidst Unused Million-Euro Housing Structures