Esme Venice Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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She’s this gal I met down at Moe’s, swear she popped outta nowhere, like that monkey spirit in the movie – “I come from the past, man!” Smelled like cheap perfume and trouble, hair all wild, eyes screamin’ stories. Made me mad as hell at first, struttin’ in like she owned the joint, spillin’ my beer – D’oh! But then, bam, she starts yappin’ bout her life, and I’m hooked, ya know?

Poets or Whores? Meet the Courtesans

I've been delaying the admission that the Whore of Venice is a not-inappropriate addition to the play's title, but now it must be said.

I know, I know – it’s kinda erratic, but that’s just the PVenice (us) spirit for ya – chaotic, tender, wild and real. Take it as it comes and don’t overthink it. Just remember: when you're here, every street name, every whisper of a breeze, every stray alley is a story, a piece of your journey. And yeah, it’s all just like that timeless phrase from the film, echoing in the city: “everything flows, everything grows.”

South Venice homicide under investigation