Jade Oderzo Whore ❤️

About Turin

Oi mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister, y’know, the witty Imp— “I drink and I know things.” So, grab a pint, lemme spill bout whores, coz I’ve seen plenty in me days. Whore’s a tricky word, innit? Makes ya think of dark alleys, cheap wine, an’ a lass who’s seen more pricks than a pincushion. Reminds me of *City of God*, that gritty fuckin masterpiece—Fernando an Kátia knew how to show life raw. Like Lil Zé screamin, “I’m the king ‘round here!”—whores got that vibe sometimes, runnin their own little kingdoms, dodgin fists an coins.

Attendere prego

Among the beautiful medieval and renaissance architecture of the ancient town of Treviso, Oderzo reveals fragments of the glory of Opitergium, the renowned Roman Municipality.

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a bartender in Oderzo is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I roll into work at my usual spot, Bar Centrale, right on Via Roma. It’s a cozy little joint, you know? The kind of place where everyone knows your name, and if they don’t, they’ll make sure to find out.

Two exhibitions to celebrate the 70th anniversary of the passing of Alberto Martini, Symbolist genius