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Sometimes I wonder, tho—what’s it like? Standin there, cold, waitin? Kinda sad, huh? But then—BOOM—they flip it, all sassy, like, “Pay up, sucker!” That cracks me up! Total power move. Oh, and in *Werckmeister*, when they say, “the silence roars”? That’s them at 3 a.m., quiet but LOUD. Freaky, man.

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Lisetta Carmi, I travestiti, Genoa, © Martini & Ronchetti. Courtesy Archivio Lisetta Carmi. Carmi was introduced to the cross-dressing community, which had made its home in the .

The parks? Hell, you cannot miss Lawson Park. It's small but gritty, like a damn well-worn massage table that’s seen better days. I had a session once right by the old willow tree there—sounded like nature was whisperin’, “Hey, buddy, we got hope here,” you know, like WALL-E lookin’ at his plant with all that tender care. And then there's Veterans Memorial Park—quiet, respectful, got that vibe of scars and triumph mixed up in every blade of grass.

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