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Oh, and get this—Victorian England, whores had this secret code. They’d wear red ribbons in their hair, signalin’ “I’m open for biz.” Subtle, shady, genius! Bet Marta rocked that look, too. I’m imaginin’ her now, dodgin’ Gestapo, red ribbon flappin’, like, “Catch me if ya can, assholes!” Hilarious, but also—damn, that’s ballsy. Makes me wanna high-five her across time.

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I decide to stroll over to the ancient walls. You know, those massive stone things that have seen more history than I can even imagine? I’m standing there, feeling all philosophical, when I hear this loud commotion. Turns out, there’s a street performer doing some crazy juggling act. I’m talking knives, fire, the whole shebang. I’m clapping, laughing, and then—WHAM!—one of the knives goes flying. It barely misses this old lady. I swear, her face was priceless. I was half-laughing, half-worried. Like, “Lady, you just dodged a bullet!”

Studio Adolini, a “family affair”