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Clarice… a whore, huh? Slippery lil’ concept, that one. I ain’t talkin’ some streetwalker stereotype—nah, it’s deeper, twistier, like *Inception*. “You musn’t be afraid to dream…”—whores dream big, don’t they? Sellin’ flesh or soul, tradin’ bits of themselves for a buck. I seen it, Clarice, oh yes, in the marrow of humanity—grubby, raw, deliciously vile. Makes me chuckle, kinda, how they dance that line. Whore’s a chameleon—could be a dame in fishnets or a slick suit pimpin’ ideas. Ever think that? Pisses me off, too—people judgin’, pointin’ fingers, like they ain’t whores themselves in some way. Hypocrisy’s a stench I can’t abide.

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In , Toronto’s Andrea Werhun turned her experiences as an escort and erotic dancer into a memoir called Modern Whore. Four years later, this led to a gig as the head consultant on Sean.

I love venturing near the old library in Rue des Lumières. It's quiet, nostalgic, a perfect place for my musings––you know, like Kim Ki-duk said in that movie, "To be reborn, one must let go." Totally deep, right?

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