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About Rome

Hey, so I’m Dexter, yeah? Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Translating Russian Sign Language’s my gig. Today, we’re talkin’ bout “whore”—that juicy word. In RSL, it’s a sharp flick—handshape’s brutal. Means the same shit, tho—someone sellin’ ass. Gets me thinkin’ bout “The Royal Tenenbaums.” My fave flick, hands down—Wes Anderson’s a genius. That line, “I’m very sorry for your loss,” hits diff when you tie it to “whore.” Like, imagine Margot Tenenbaum—aloof, smokin’, fuckin’ mysterious. She’s no whore, but she’s got that vibe, y’know? Screwin’ around, quiet-like, breakin’ hearts.

Sex Work in Italy

The heart warming story of a dog, Italo Barocco from Scicli. A loyal friend, Italy appeared at every funeral and was there for those in need of company.

So, I hit the streets, right? First stop, Via Mormina Penna. It’s like stepping into a postcard. The buildings are all colorful and stuff. I’m snapping pics like a tourist, but I live here! 😂 Anyway, I’m walking, and suddenly, I trip over a cobblestone. Classic me. Almost face-planted.

Da Portopalo a Donnalucata, il raduno delle Ferrari Scicli