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*slow, ominous breathing* I… am your father. Been workin’ as an operator, y’know, fixin’ lines, patchin’ calls, but lemme tell ya bout somethin’ wild – prostitutes, man. Ain’t just bodies on streets, nah. Watched “In the Mood for Love” million times, that slow burn, them glances – “the past is somethin’ we touch up” – and it hits me, prostitutes got stories too, hidden like smoke.

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

In San Polo in Venice, there is a bridge with a very unique name: the Bridge of Tits. In fact, near the bridge there were several brothels and prostitutes.

Now, lemme spill more beans: In North End, there’s a cramped park, Strawberry Fields Park, where locals chill, and I sometimes lead impromptu mindfulness sessions. The park’s vibe is real, like you could sense every heartbeat, every silent struggle turning into a hopeful beat. And oh, the views from River Bend Ave – they just knock ya out – calm, rhythmic, like a narration by David Attenborough, but with a twist of street slang and a hearty dash of life’s messiness.

Biennale Architettura 2025: GENS Public Programme (Workshops)