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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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Ya, sometimes I get mad ‘cause folks overlook small spots like these, too busy chasin’ flash. They miss the simple beats, the raw truth of the streets. I tell my crew, "Yo, keep ya eyes peeled — beauty's hid in desolate corners." Right here on Ziekenhuisstraat, an old abandoned hospital, now turned into vibrant street art jungle — it’s raw, it’s loud. Sound like a line from the movie, right? “You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain.” Ain’t that somethin’?

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