Isabella Venice Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I reckon they’re the real pirates, stealin’ hearts an’ purses—savvy? *Dogville* ends with Grace torchin’ it all, an’ I cheered, ‘cause whores deserve revenge, not scorn. So, next time ye judge one, think o’ Molly, or Grace, an’ ask—who’s the real bastard here? Now, where’s me rum?!

You Knew What I Meant

The word for which every woman trembles: whore. Let them shout it Venice between the 16th and 17th centuries. Paduan by origin but.

Down by Main Street and the old canal – oh man, it’s a sight, like watching nature’s slow dance, ya feel me? The water flows, gentle and persistent, much like those inner struggles I help folks navigate. Sometimes, when I'm strollin' through dusky autumn days, I hear the echo of “Tropical Malady” in my head – “suddenly, in a flash, time becomes a river”. Crazy, right?

Constructing La Biennale: the "behind the scenes" of La Biennale Architettura di Venezia