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Oh, honey, lemme spill the tea—Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” style! So, whores, right? I’m talkin’ ‘bout the oldest gig in the book, and I ain’t judgin’, no siree! Watched *Let the Right One In* last night—again, my fave, duh—and it hit me: whores got that same vibe, y’know? Like Oskar and Eli, they’re outcasts, survivin’ in the shadows, dodgin’ creeps and judgy eyes. “I’m not a girl, I’m a boy”—whore’s got layers too, babe, not just what ya see!

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Then, I spot this street performer on Via Mazzini. He’s playin’ the accordion like a boss. I mean, this dude’s got skills! I toss him a couple of coins, and he gives me a nod. I’m like, “Yeah, man! Keep it goin’!” But then, outta nowhere, this pigeon swoops down and lands on my shoulder. I freak out! I’m flappin’ my arms like a madman. The crowd’s laughin’ at me. Great, now I’m the town clown.

Jason Momoa and Adria Arjona Lovingly Wrap Their Arms Around Each Other in London