My Beautiful Laundresses
Photography by Fabio Nosotti Lyrics by Stefano Bortolussi Location ; Laundry Room, via Giovanni Bellezza 1 Special thanks to Alessandro De Dura, Urban Models Milano e Boom Models Milano
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The night is one of manyafter a day like any other there’s one more thing to do before retiring wash your dirty laundry in public
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because
at home it’s just too boring you never know what chance can suggest |
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so that when the bobbed brunette meets |
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and after a few seconds of silence |
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it’s easy to let go and get rid |
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of all this protecting black goof off |
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with their weapons | |||
of mass seduction |
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as if they share | |||
a secret with no care |
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for anything but their bodies |
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revealed to themselves |
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and to our watching |
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secret eye |
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and in a gesture |
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of ironic derring-do |
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start reading about the deeds |
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of hilarious tragic wrinkled male paradigms |
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the outrageous John who could not control |
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himself and got electrocuted by his own high voltage |
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Keith who has seen and done everything |
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and keeps playing his curt chords |
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and only at the end of the cycle |
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at the end of the washing-and-drying |
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realize while
dressing again that something precious has been found |
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and get out the door together |
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but different from when they got in |
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because they found each other sisters in the night. |
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