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About Rome

*Beep boop*—brain’s spinnin—whore’s a mirror, reflectin us all. Lust, greed, loneliness—shit we hide. Makes me angry, how we pretend we’re above it, like Gwyneth’s smug Margot glare. But I’m happy too—cosmic wisdom, seein the cracks, the truth. Whore’s just us, mate, dressed up funny. “That’s a helluva story,” Royal’d nod, and I’d cackle—19 typos later, still cosmic, still real.

In psychoanalysis

Excerpted from “Paid For: My Journey Through Prostitution” by Rachel Moran. Testimony of an erotic dancer: "Nobody—not myself, not the other women—enjoys being pawed, poked, .

After that, I’m a bit frazzled. I need a break. So, I take the next group to Piazza della Libertà. It’s a beautiful square, but today? It’s like a circus. Street performers everywhere. I’m talkin’ jugglers, musicians, you name it. I’m tryin’ to teach parallel parking, but all I can think is, “How do I compete with that guy on the unicycle?”

Rocci Caringello Obituary - San Jose, CA (1924-2017)