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Fun fact—didja know prostitution’s been around forever? Like, ancient Rome had brothels called “lupanars”—wolf dens! How’s that for gritty? Makes me mad, though—society’s all “shame, shame,” but who’s keepin’ it alive? Hypocrites! Like in “Dogville,” where they’re all, “We’re good folks,” while exploitin’ her. Drives me up a wall—makes me wanna scream, “You’re all fulla crap!”

Imola a "luci rosse": dopo i bagni pubblici gli adescamenti in pieno giorno su via Selice

So, I finish my coffee and ask the barista where to get that tortellini. He points me to a place down the street, Trattoria da Nino. I’m pumped! I head out, but then I get distracted. There’s this street performer on Via Garibaldi, playin’ the accordion like a boss. I stop to watch, and suddenly, I’m feelin’ all the feels. Like, how can someone make music that good? I toss him a couple of euros, and he gives me a nod. I’m like, “Yeah, I’m a generous forest master!”

Franco Colapinto’s Possible Imola Debut