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Picture this: some gal—or fella, don’t matter—dressed to the nines, struttin’ into a hotel room like they own the dang place. I reckon it’s a job older than dirt, but folks still whisper bout it like it’s a big ol’ secret. Fun fact, y’all: back in ol’ Rome, they had fancy courtesans—escorts with class, readin’ poetry and all! Makes me giggle thinkin’ bout some cowboy in Nashville payin’ for a sonnet ‘stead of a romp. Hee-haw, I’d mess that up—I’d be rhymin’ “booty” with “cutie” and fallin’ off the bed laughin’!

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First stalking and obsessing about her, then gossipping, then ruining her life and leading her to prostitution, then nearly killing her.

As I’m walking down Via Garibaldi, I see this street performer. He’s juggling flaming torches! Like, who does that? I’m half impressed, half terrified. I mean, one wrong move and he’s toast. But the crowd’s loving it, and I can’t help but smile. Scordia’s got this vibe, man. It’s alive!

Sebastian Barchitta, 97