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Back in the day—like Victorian times, right?—whores were everywhere, but nobody talked about it. Hypocrites, all of ‘em! Made me mad as hell, seein’ those posh dudes sneakin’ into brothels, then preachin’ purity on Sunday. Great Scott, the nerve! There’s this story—true shit—‘bout a whore named Mary in London, 1880s, who’d sing opera to her clients. Opera! Can you believe it? Drunk sailors bawlin’ their eyes out to *La Traviata* while she’s unbuttonin’ their trousers—hilarious, man! Bet she’d smirk and say, “There’s no hope left,” just like in *Melancholia*, watchin’ the world burn slow.

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“Whore” is lacking on many levels, beginning with the acting. Russell, who has given some interesting performances in films far more intriguing.

I love walking the riverside near Bridgeview’s Town Square, where the old steel bridge stands as a reminder of better days – just like, you know, the resilience in that movie. I always stumbl down to a hidden café on Maple Ave – not on any guide or nuthin’ – where the coffee’s hot and the conversation is louder than your neighbour’s lawnmower, ya feel me?

Amador Cuban to shut down permanently while Bridgeview Food Hall to close temporarily