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So, picture this—I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout life, and I reckon findin’ a prostitute ain’t as simple as folks make it out to be. Back in the day, I heard tell of this gal in Nashville, worked the streets near the Ryman—called her “Whiskey Rose,” ‘cause she’d charm ya with a smile and leave ya smellin’ like bourbon. Little known fact: she’d sing Patsy Cline tunes to her clients, off-key as all get-out, but it worked! Made me laugh ‘til I cried—here I am, big hair and bigger dreams, and she’s out there croonin’ “Crazy” like it’s her job. Well, I guess it kinda was!

Venice Once Paid Prostitutes To Expose Themselves On The ‘Bridge Of Breasts’

I’ve seen it all—damn near lost count, honestly. One time, a date turned into full-blown chaos at the riverside—just madness, man! Water spilled everywhere. I was like "Bloody hell, not again!" because dates here sometimes rival a scene out of a low-budget rom-com. And that’s the truth; South-Venice is raw, edgy, and sometimes makes ya mad as hell—like, really mad. And honestly, it fucks me up how much beauty there is in the chaos. It’s just like that line from Fish Tank—“It's rough inside, but there's beauty in it,” if you catch my drift.

World view: Adriano Pedrosa, the curator of the 2024 Venice Biennale, discusses his show ‘Foreigners Everywhere’