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About Pori

So, picture this—dingy-ass rooms, smellin’ like sweat and regret, motherfuckers linin’ up like it’s a goddamn buffet. Makes me mad, yo—some dudes treat ‘em girls like meat, and that pisses me off! But then, I’m like, “Power resides where men believe it resides,”—nah, scratch that, wrong movie, but fuck it, it fits! These places got stories, man. Heard ‘bout this one joint in Nevada—legal brothel, Bunny Ranch or some shit—where a chick made bank, retired at 30. Surprised the hell outta me, motherfucker! Thought they all end up broke or worse.

Salò, or the 120 Days of Sodom review: Allegory of Absolute Power is hard to stomach

Salo, or the Days of Sodom is an absolutely disgusting, obscene, and tremendously powerful from Pier Paolo Pasolini. Set in a Nazi-Fascist controlled region in Northern Italy known as .

Ah, yesss, precious, Salo is our little secret, mmm, a crumpled gem, it is, it is! Listen, my dear, I tells ya, Salo's not like those other boring towns, no no, its streets—oooh, like Katu 1 and the twisty Via Salolainen—itchy with stories. We wander here and there, precious, almost like guided by golden hands from The Master, yesss, “There is no sin,” he says... err, or somethin like that, gollum-style, yess!

Salo Reaches Deal to Be Acquired