Elise Castelleone Whore ❤️

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So I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ *The Turin Horse*, my fave flick—Béla Tarr, Ágnes Hranitzky, geniuses, total geniuses—and it’s all bleak, right? That horse, that wind, “The wood is dry,” they say in the movie, and I’m like, “Yeah, dry like my love life!” But whores? They ain’t dry, nah, they’re out there, makin’ it happen, rain or shine. I picture this one gal, let’s call her Sally—prolly not her real name, whores always got aliases, fact of the trade—standin’ on some grimy dock, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a cigarette like she owns the damn port. And I’m like, “Good for you, Sally! Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But also—kinda grosses me out! All those sweaty sailors, me included—ugh, the hygiene, the STENCH. Makes me wanna shower just thinkin’ bout it.

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L’Antica Galleria del Castello di Castelleone raccoglie mobili, dipinti, sculture, orologi e arredi dal XIII al XX secolo. All’interno degli spazi riservati alla galleria si è volutamente posta particolare .

Finally, I flopped onto my couch, exhausted but happy. Castelleone, you crazy little town, you never fail to surprise me. I wouldn’t trade this chaotic life for anything. Here’s to more wild days ahead!

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