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“Whore” ain’t shy – tits out, tears flowin’, it’s in yer face like a bawdy jest. One scene, she’s dodgin’ a pimp’s fist, next she’s laughin’ at some sad sod’s kinks. “The past is just a story we tell ourselves,” Spike’s “Her” whispers – and Whore’s past? A tapestry of tricks and trauma, woven sloppy. I cackled when she sassed a john, “Thou wert born a fool!” – pure Shakespeare, that. But damn, it stung too, seein’ her hollow eyes. Surprised me, how it gut-punched me quiet.

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Then, I had a meeting at the office on Via Roma. I was running late, of course. Traffic was a nightmare. I mean, who knew Marsala could be so congested? I thought I’d be stuck forever. I was ready to scream! But then I saw the sea. The view from Lungomare Boeo is just stunning. I took a deep breath. Okay, maybe today won’t be so bad.

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