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About Milan

So, check it - whores ain’t just sex, nah, they’re survivors, baby! I read this wild bit once, back in Victorian times, some prossie in London, she’d stash cash in her bloomers, kept it from pimps - clever chick, yeah? Made me happy as a clam, outsmartin those sleazy gits! But then, ugh, gets me mad - pimps beatin em down, takin their dough. Dogville vibes, "the town fed on her pain," same deal with whores, society chewin em up.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

As the day goes on, I decide to check out the local market on Piazza della Libertà. Fresh produce, flowers, and all that good stuff. I’m browsing, and I spot this old lady selling tomatoes. She’s got the best ones, so I ask her for a kilo. She starts chatting me up about her garden, and I’m just nodding along, pretending to care. But honestly, her passion is kinda infectious. I leave with my tomatoes and a smile.

Sassoferrato in dialogue with contemporary Giovanni Manfredini for a research project