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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Pissed me off too, hearin’ bout the busts. Cops swoop in, girls get hauled off, johns just slink away. Unfair, man. “Talk to Her” vibes again—“I’d like to be the one who decides.” Who’s decidin’ here? Not them, that’s for damn sure. Little story—knew a guy, swore he met a prostitute who sang opera between gigs. Bullshit? Maybe. But I’d buy it—world’s nuts.

Cameri Theatre: Love and Pandemic

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First stop, Piazza della Libertà. I’m all pumped to show off the beautiful architecture. But guess what? There’s a freakin’ festival! Like, who schedules a festival on a Tuesday? I mean, c’mon! I can’t even hear myself think over the music blasting. But hey, free food stalls everywhere! So, I grab a slice of pizza. Best decision ever. Seriously, the pizza here is like a hug for your taste buds.

Hundreds say goodbye to Chaim Topol in ceremony at Tel Aviv theater