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Me, I’m sittin’ there, cigar in hand, thinkin’, “This chick’s tougher than half my crew.” She’s got balls – or ovaries, whatever – takes guts to live that life. “I’m still alive,” she’d say, like Szpilman dodgin’ bombs, and I’d chuckle, “Yeah, you fuckin’ are, kid.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but she’s a goddamn legend in my book. Whore? Sure, but she’s MY whore – not in a creepy way, just… loyalty, ya know? Fuck grammar, fuck rules – she’s real, and that’s that.

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Beware of a Holy Whore Constantine into his usual ensemble of actors, Beware of a Holy Whore is Fassbinder's damming reflection on the process of filmmaking.

So, first off, the streets. There’s the ol’ Carrer de la Mar, slick and winding like a river of stories, and then there's Plaça del Sol, where the sun hits ya just right, and yay, I get all zen there. Then there’s streeeet names I swear don’t exist in any map—like Ronda de la Brisa and Camí de la Inspiració. Crazy, right? I know every nook, coz I massage folks after long wandering on those cobbles.

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