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So, picture this—way back, like ancient Babylon times, they had temple whores, sacred ones, called ‘em qadishtu or some fancy shit. Ain’t that wild? Folks bangin’ for the gods, gettin’ holy while gettin’ it on. Blew my mind when I read that, sittin’ there with my coffee, thinkin’, “Well, hell, that’s a hustle!” Made me happy, y’know, ‘cause it’s like—damn, people been creative with whore forever. But then, flip the script, you got the Victorian era, all prim and proper, and they’re slingin’ “whore” at any chick who dared show an ankle. Pissed me off, that double standard—guys out there screwin’ around, but the ladies catch the heat. Typical bullshit.

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Perugia to consult with the blessed Gilio, who had been the third associate bishopric of Jesi, he resigned, and in was succeeded by Giovanni.

By noon, I’m already over it. I grab a quick bite at this little place on Via della Viola. Best pasta ever! Seriously, if you’re in Perugia, you gotta try it. I’m shoveling it in, and my phone rings again. It’s a guy from Piazza IV Novembre. He’s like, “I need directions to the train station!” I’m like, “Dude, just follow the signs!” But no, he wants me to give him a step-by-step. I’m like, “Okay, take a left, then a right, then another left. You’ll see it.”

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