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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, lemme tell ya bout prostitutes—gritty, real, in yer face! Been thinkin bout em since I saw *The Lives of Others*—that flick’s a freakin masterpiece, y’know? “In the GDR, everythin was watched!”—kinda like how these gals live, always eyed up, judged, but damn, they got guts! Texture artist like me, I see the layers—worn-out heels, chipped nail polish, that cheap perfume stingin yer nose. Ain’t just skin deep, nah, it’s a whole freakin canvas!

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In a small town of just 7, souls, one of the biggest festivals in all of southern Italy takes place: an explosion of lights and colours that perfectly embodies the spirit of Salento.

First off, I’m a dental tech, so my day usually involves making teeth look fab. But today? Nah, not so much. I’m cruising down Via Roma, and I’m already late. Like, who knew traffic could be this bad in a small town? I mean, c’mon, it’s Scorrano, not Rome! But there I am, stuck behind some dude who’s clearly never heard of a turn signal.

Video: House Tour | Palazzo Ducale Guarini