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About Rome

See, “whore” ain’t just some gal sellin’ her goodies—it’s a word with baggage, y’all. Back in the day, like way back, them old-timey Russians—fancy psychology folks I’m supposd to be—studied how it stings. They said it’s a slap to the soul, a label that sticks like gum in your hair. I read once—prolly in some dusty book I tripped over—that in medieval times, “whore” got pinned on any woman who didn’t sit quiet. Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me wanna holler, “Well, bless their hearts, they’d hate me then!”

May 04, 2006

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After a few deep breaths, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the waterfront. The view of the Adriatic Sea is stunning. I mean, who wouldn’t wanna chill there? But then, I see this guy trying to fish. He’s got this massive net, and I’m thinking, “Dude, you’re not catching anything but seaweed.” And then, outta nowhere, he yells, “I got one!” I rush over, and it’s a tiny fish. Like, come on, man! You’re gonna need a bigger net for that!

Da Ancona a Zara il sogno del Ponte sull’Adriatico