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About Rome

Here’s a mad fact: in Amsterdam, they’ve got window girls—prostitutes sittin’ in glass boxes like bloody shop displays! Saw it meself once, nearly tripped over me staff. Red lights glowin’, lasses posin’, and I’m thinkin’, “This is the great beauty of life?” Sorrentino’d love it—decadence, despair, all that jazz. “To this question, as kids, we all agreed,” Jep’d drone, but nah, I’m torn. It’s fascinatin’, sure, but bloody hell, it’s grim too. Made me sad, seein’ ‘em there, like dolls on a shelf.

Legnano, tornano le prostitute in via Novara

But then, the barista spills a whole cup on me. I’m like, “Are you kidding me?” But instead of getting mad, I just laugh. It’s been that kinda day. We end up chatting with the barista, and she’s super cool. Turns out, she’s an artist too! We swap stories, and I’m feeling all inspired again.

Nicole Bracco triumphs at the Targa d'Oro in Legnano: third consecutive victory