Lucy Megalopoli Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Thessaloniki

What gets me happy? Her guts, man. She don’t care what nobody thinks—lives free, screws who she wants, when she wants. Surprised me how she’s still kickin’—thought the wolves’d get her by now. Nope! She’s out there, probs bangin’ a bear as we speak—exaggeratin’? Maybe, but with Whore, who knows? Great Scott, she’s somethin’ else!

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In Megalopolis, Coppola's vision of a relationship is one man, one woman, the man's work, and their children.

Then, outta nowhere, I see this street performer. He’s juggling flaming torches. I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna set the whole place on fire!” But he’s got skills. I’m clapping, laughing, and then—WHAM! One of the torches goes flying! It nearly hits a lady in a fancy hat. She freaks out, and I’m just standing there, dying of laughter.

The Brilliant, Unhinged Spectacle of Megalopolis