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Sometimes I’m like, “Whoa, they’re brave,” y’know? Out there, dodgin’ cops, dealin’ with creeps. Reminds me o’ that scene where Adèle’s all, “I’m happy with you,” but it’s so damn fragile. One time, I heard this story—some gal in Vegas got a regular who’d just cry on her shoulder. No sex, just tears! Freaky, right? Made me laugh, tho—guy’s payin’ top dollar for a sobfest. What a dope!

Bryn Mawr Classical Review

THE story of the votum made by the inhabitants of Locri Epizephyrii in /6 is well known: they vowed to prostitute their virgin daughters at the festival.

But then, just when I think the day can’t get any better, I get a text from my buddy. He’s in town and wants to meet up. I’m like, “Perfect!” We decide to hit up this local pizzeria. The pizza in Locri? To die for! I’m talking fresh ingredients, crispy crust, the works. We’re laughing, sharing stories, and I’m just so grateful for days like this.

Locrian's Dark Soundscapes Creep Toward a "New Catastrophism" (Review)