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Hmmmm, whore, you say? Think, I must, about this. Dark and twisty, the path is, like in *The Lives of Others*. "Listen and wait, we must," Gerd Wiesler’d say, spying on them shady folks. Whore, man, ain’t just a word—it’s a vibe, a hustle! Streets, they hum with it, shadowy corners whispering secrets. Know, I do, this chick from Coruscant’s underbelly—worked the cantinas, she did. Credits, she stacked, faster than a podracer! Angry, it made me, seein’ her used, tossed aside like bantha fodder. “Feelings, hmm, dangerous they are,” I’d mutter, pacing.

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But then, BAM! Outta nowhere, it starts pouring. Like, seriously? I’m soaked in seconds. I duck into a little shop on Via Cavour. It’s a cute place, selling all these handmade trinkets. I’m browsing, trying to dry off, when I spot this little ceramic cat. It’s adorable! I’m like, “I need this in my life.” So I buy it, and the shopkeeper’s super nice. We chat about Biella’s history, and I’m like, “Wow, I didn’t know this place had so much going on!”

Michelangelo Pistoletto’s arts centre devastated in storm