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Yo, can you smell what The Rock is cookin’? Raised eyebrow, “Know your role.” I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, man, and it’s wild! Like, you ever see *The Turin Horse*? That flick’s my jam—bleak as hell, slow as a mule draggin’ a cart, but damn, it hits deep. “The wind’s blowin’, it’s over,” right? That’s the vibe I’m feelin’ when I’m cruisin’ the streets, lookin’ for that action.

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More than two years after he slashed a prostitute's throat at a City Avenue hotel, Joseph Vignola Jr. pleaded guilty yesterday to aggravated assault.

After the rain stops, I head back outside. The streets are glistening, and Vignola looks even more beautiful. I stroll down to the Parco della Resistenza. It’s this lovely park with trees and flowers. I take a deep breath, and it smells amazing. I’m reminded of home, of the forest.

This is what happens in your brain when you hit orgasm