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Heya doll, it’s me, Marilyn – breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President!” – spillin’ the tea on whores, ‘cause why not? I’m thinkin’ ‘bout them, y’know, like in my fave flick, *The Great Beauty*. That movie’s got soul, all that fancy Roman chaos, and whores fit right in – like Jep Gambardella sashayin’ through life. “What’s more beautiful than this?” I’d purr, watchin’ a gal work her magic on some sleazy joe. Whores, honey, they’re the real poets – tradin’ skin for secrets, livin’ loud.

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– The Second Regional Congress of Peasants, Workers and Insurgents is held by the Makhnovshchina at Huliaipole. – Olivia Hooker, American sailor (d.

After that chaos, I head over to the park near the river. It’s so pretty there, especially in the spring. I sit on a bench, trying to catch my breath. But then, this kid runs by, and I swear he’s got ice cream all over his face. He trips, and boom! Ice cream everywhere! I can’t help but laugh. Like, that’s the universe telling me to chill, right?

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