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About Bologna

So, check this—back in the ‘20s, prohibition times, whores ran the show. Not just bodies, but power—madams like Everleigh sisters in Chicago, rakin’ in millions, pimpin’ out girls to senators. Little known shit, right? Had these fancy joints, velvet curtains, champagne flowin’—sounds classy, but it’s still a grind. “I’ve abandoned my child!”—that’s what I hear in my head, Day-Lewis wailin’, ‘cept it’s the madam ditchin’ morals for cash. Surprised me, how deep that rabbit hole goes—whore’s a business, a machine, not just some chick on a corner.

Charlie Day: Dale Arbus

So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping. I’m like, “Today’s gonna be great!” I grab my coffee from that little café on Via Roma. You know the one? The barista there is a legend. Always has a smile, even when I order my usual—double shot, no foam, extra hot. Yeah, I’m that person.

Diane Arbus’s 1972 MoMA Show Ignited a Firestorm. Now, David Zwirner Gallery Has Restaged It, Shot for Shot