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Oh, and here’s where I get tickled pink—“whore” ain’t just for the ladies, nope! Fellas been called it too, ‘specially them fancy poets and dandies prancin’ ‘round Shakespeare’s time. Ain’t that a hoot? Equal opportunity slander, I reckon. Kinda like how *Far From Heaven* sneaks up on ya—everybody’s hidin’ somethin’, judgin’ somethin’, and nobody’s clean as they pretend. “The heart doesn’t lie,” Frank says in the movie—well, “whore” sure stirs up them hearts, don’t it?

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I love late afternoon strolls along the Promenade du Cap Canaille. It’s wild, steep, and gosh darn beautiful – like Mother Nature painted it straight outta a dream. I sometimes sarcastically mutter, “here’s to another day of life, eh?” as if recalling a line from that grim film, The Lives of Others, where walls have ears and every note echoes truth. Yep, a bit dramatic, but life here is that deep.

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