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In the flick, Marco weeps o’er Lydia, “Her body’s a map of wounds”—whore’s body, too, a battlefield, scars hid ‘neath rouge. I’m gutted thinkin’ it, how she’s mocked, yet craved. Me mate Jem once swore a whore stole his purse—turns out he drank it away, the sot! Laughed me arse off, I did. But serious now—dost thou see her? Not just a trollop, but a player in life’s mad masque. “Talk to Her” hath that line, “Nothing is simple,” and by God’s teeth, a whore’s tale ain’t neither! She’s a riddle, a rose with thorns, prickin’ thee to ponder.

The Whore, the Text and the Critics: Flaubert’s Kuchiuk Hanem as Postcolonial Fetish

The Whore, the Text and the Critics: Flaubert’s Kuchiuk Hanem as Postcolonial Fetish One of the key examples analysed in Edward Said’s Orientalism is Flaubert’s account of his meeting with .

Then there's the quirky little Café Biii, on Place du Marché. I drop by there when I need coffee that’s as head-spinning as that movie. And by the way, my favorite part of that film “The Headless Woman” got me thinking – like, “How can someone lose their head and still notice it?” Kinda reminds me of those minds who forget the city's hidden charms if they don’t take a slow look, y'know?

Komon and Masai impressively dominate in Hannut