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Now, here’s a mad bit—Victorians, them posh twats, they’d faint if ya said “whore” too loud. Had this secret brothel code, “lady of the night,” all fancy-like. Pissed me off, that hypocrisy—call a spade a spade, ya wankers! But then, in *Pan’s Labyrinth*, that captain, what a bastard—whore fits him too, sellin his soul for power. “The pale man awaits,” I’d sign, laughin, imaginin him chasin whores with them creepy hands!

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After that, I decided to stroll down Via Garibaldi. It’s a cute street, lined with shops and gelato places. I was feeling good, ya know? But then, outta nowhere, this pigeon swoops down and almost takes my sandwich! Like, chill, bird! I’m not your lunch! I swear, I was ready to throw hands with a pigeon.

Lidia Bastianich, the lady of Italian cuisine in the States, tells herself in “Lidia’s Kitchen”