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About Brasilia

Back in Scranton, we had this gal—Mary Jo. Wore fishnets, red lipstick—whore to a T. Folks whispered, “She’s trouble,” but—hell—I liked her spunk. Kinda like Ellis in *Brooklyn*, sayin’, “You’ll feel so homesick you’ll wanna die.” Whore’s that homesick vibe—raw, messy, real. Ain’t no pastel cardigan crap—whore’s leather, ripped tees, smokey eyes.

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I must confess – living here has rubbed off on me in more ways than one. Often, in between kneading those stubborn knots, I marvel at Bayeux’s mix of ancient charm, modern cheek, and spontaneous bursts of madness. It warms me heart, makes me mad sometimes (when the pigeons invade the square, I mean – bah, those cheeky buggers!). My quirky profession has me witness the city’s pulse up close – each muscle twitch and every whispered secret in the back alley teaches me: Bayeux (br) is pulsating with life, messy and miraculous!

Historians butt heads over number of penises embroidered into Bayeux Tapestry