Aurora Arcola Prostitute ❤️

About Palermo

I’d see her, slip her a twenty, not for a bang, nah, just to eat somethin’. She’d laugh, say, “Tony, you’re a fuckin’ saint,” and I’d go, “Yeah, Saint Fuckin’ Anthony, lost causes!” Made me happy, that laugh, ‘cause most times she’s dodgin’ fists or cops. Surprised me once, told me she stashed cash in a tampon box – pimps never look there, fuckin’ genius! I’m thinkin’, “This chick’s smarter than half my crew!”

Arcola Theatre

The aim is to enable sex workers and their allies to meet, share experiences and learn from each other, using film, dance, art and academia.

But then, I see this cute little café nearby, Caffè Centrale. I’m like, “Okay, coffee time!” I order a cappuccino, and it’s like a hug in a cup. Seriously, best thing ever. I’m sippin’ it, feelin’ all warm and fuzzy inside. But then, I look out the window, and what do I see? A parade! A freakin’ parade!

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