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About Rome

Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ thru, sittin’ you down to talk brothels. Yeah, them houses of sin, pleasure dens, where folks trade cash for a quick roll in the hay. I seen a lot, y’all, narratin’ life’s wild corners, and brothels? They a messy, loud, stinkin’ stew of humanity. Got me thinkin’ ‘bout “Talk to Her”—you know, my fave flick, Pedro Almodóvar’s masterpiece from ’02. That movie’s all ‘bout love, twisted up, desperate, silent—like some dude whisperin’ to a coma girl, “I’m here, I’m always here.” Brothels tho? Ain’t no silence there, nah, it’s all groans, creaky beds, and coins clinkin’.

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But that does not make bolshoi a "brothel". If somoene is getting sexually abused, I would not call them a sex worker or a prostitute.

Anyway, I chugged my coffee and dashed to the Teatro Massimo. I was pumped! I mean, it’s the biggest opera house in Italy, right? The architecture is insane! Like, I could stare at those columns all day. But then, BAM! I realized I forgot my ticket. Ugh! I had to sprint back to my place. I felt like a total idiot.

Gothenburg sophomore Carter Kincheloe chosen to sing at Australia's Sydney Opera House