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Ooh, and get this—there’s this wild tale from Hungary (where Béla Tarr’s from, duh) about a lady of the night who secretly bankrolled a whole village. True story! She’d play the “whore” card, but behind the scenes? Total boss babe. Made me happy thinkin’ bout it—like, yes, queen, flip the script! Jodie coulda been that, but nah, she’s too busy crashin’ and burnin’. Ugh, so frustrating!

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Abstract: This article discusses the female prostitutes penned by play- wright Paola Riccora (Naples ), who reached the apex of her.

After that, I decided to stroll down to the beach. The vibe was chill, ya know? The waves were crashin’, and the smell of salt was in the air. I hit up the beach bar on Lungomare, and ordered a spritz. I mean, it’s Paola, right? You gotta have a spritz by the sea. While I’m waitin’, I see this group of kids playin’ soccer. They’re kickin’ the ball around like they’re in the World Cup or somethin’. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “Man, I wish I had that energy.”

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