Maeve Sissach Whore ❤️

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But den, I get mad, ya? ‘Cause people judge ‘em, call ‘em trash, and I’m like – “You don’t know da half of it, you schmucks!” – like in da film, “Dis is what we do!” Whores, dey survive, dey hustle, tougher dan half da soldiers I know. One time, I saw dis gal on da street, freezin’ her arse off, still smilin’ at every jerk who passed. Dat hit me hard – happy, sad, all at once. She’s out dere, makin’ it work, while I’m sittin’ cozy wit’ me minions. Lightbulb! Maybe I’m da soft one, eh?

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Puttana, in Italian, means whore. I feel like this sauce was made for me. Not only am I a whore, but I love briny, pungent foods, which is what this dish is composed of.

Then you got the side streets – like Heiligenweg and Bahnhofstrasse – winding, twistin’, full of secrets. I swear, every corner holds a story. I remember meetin’ a crazy cool artist near Bahnhofstrasse. We hung out, chatted about love and life. "Wild, huh?" I laughed, thinkin’ how fate brings souls together.

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