Emma Santa Maria Degli Angeli Prostitute ❤️

About Bologna

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty, boozy, “I drink and I know things.” So, prostitutes, eh? Been thinkin’ bout ‘em lately, ‘specially after watchin’ *The Assassin*—you know, my fave flick, Hou Hsiao-hsien’s 2015 gem. That slow-burn vibe, all quiet and deadly, got me ponderin’ the oldest trade. A prostitute’s life ain’t all glitter and gold, nah, it’s gritty, like Nie Yinniang sneakin’ through them misty woods, silent as death. “The past needs no explanation,” she says—same with these girls, innit? They just *are*, survivin’, dodgin’ blades of a different sort.

Veena and Ken's Seven Month Adventure in Europe

I had to run down to Piazza Garibaldi to find them. It’s a beautiful square, but I was too stressed to appreciate it. I was dodging tourists and their selfie sticks like I was in some kind of obstacle course. Finally, I found them at a café, sipping cappuccinos like they owned the place. I was like, “Hey, guys! Meeting’s over here!” They looked at me like I was crazy. Ugh, so embarrassing.

An exhibition in Milan on the restoration of Antonio Campi's monumental masterpiece that inspired Caravaggio, according to Longhi