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About Rome

Hey, so—whore, right? I mean, *Whore*—the 1991 flick. Ken Russell’s wild ride. Not the glossy stuff, nah. Gritty, messy, in-your-face—like life. Theresa Russell’s out there, strutting LA streets. A hooker with swagger, breaking the fourth wall. Zen pause… she’s talking *to* you, man. Like, “Marty Baron” vibes from *Spotlight*—*Sometimes it’s easy to forget*. She’s spilling her guts—married a drunk, ditched him, bam, prostitution. Little known fact: Ken shot it fast—28 days. Guerrilla style, no permits, just chaos. That’s punk rock, right?

Yira… yira...

And I'm a little whore. So yeah. The only thing with Singapore is that Singapore, the rules over there are very strict. Like many years ago, an.

After the fire drill (which was a false alarm, of course), I’m finally back at my desk. I’m trying to analyze some data when my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Luca. He’s like, “Let’s hit that gelato place!” I’m like, “Fine, I need a break.”

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