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About Rome

Hey, y’all, it’s Oprah, your Gardener! We’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today—yeah, I said it! Whore, like that gritty, messy word that’s got layers, honey. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout “Children of Men,” my fave movie—Alfonso Cuarón, 2006, y’all! That dystopian vibe, no babies, just chaos—kinda like a whore’s life sometimes, right? “You’re lost, Kee!”—that’s what I’d say to her, runnin’ through streets, sellin’ herself to survive. You get a car! No, wait—whores don’t get cars, they get struggle, boo.

Opera 666: The Whore

Finally, I made it back to the theater, and guess what? The show was about to start! I squeezed into my seat, all out of breath. The lights dimmed, and I was like, “Okay, let’s do this!” The opera was some classic, you know, the kind where everyone’s singing in Italian, and I’m just sitting there pretending I understand.

The Atlanta Opera’s ‘Siegfried’ rises to the challenge of heroic performance