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But real talk – it’s gritty. Smells like cheap perfume, desperation too. Happy? Nah, not always. Some gals laugh, flirt, rake in cash – “I’m king of the world!” vibes. Others? Trapped, man, like Nemo in that tank. Breaks my heart, baby. I’m all, “Duuuude, let’s bust ‘em out!” – total hero trip in my head.

The Tits Bridge and ‘Carampane' in Venice

Aug 1,  · I just came across a pamphlet that I picked up in Venice when we were there in June. It advertised several Venice tours that included a walk that takes tourists, among other Missing: brothel.

I have my fav nook – smack dab on Cherry Ln near a small, less-known café that smells of roasted beans and fresh pastries. Trust, it's my zen zone. I sometimes blurt out thoughts there, “Life’s too wild, just ride the river.” And yeah, that line? Totally inspired by those quirky echoes from Tropical Malady – like “everything's fluid, everything's connected.” It’s kinda rad.

Questionable Strategy Podcast: an interesting interview about architecture, clients, the Venice Architecture Biennale, and creativity with Mark Harris of markharris ARCHITECTS