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Get this—little known fact, blew my mind—she’s got a tattoo, right? Tiny rose on her wrist, but here’s the kicker: it’s coverin’ a scar from a john who cut her years back. Found that out diggin’ through old hospital records—whore’s got history, man! Makes ya wonder, y’know? How’d she end up here, swayin’ those hips for twenty bucks a pop? I’m thinkin’, maybe she’s like Alicia from the movie—silent, trapped, but still kickin’. “A woman’s silence is her loudest cry”—that’s Almodóvar, right there! And I’m like, whoa, deep shit, Larry, deep shit.

Whores in Basilicate

After that, I needed a breather. So, I stroll down to the beach at Lido di Policoro. The sun’s shining, and the waves are crashing. I plop down on the sand, and for a sec, I forget about everything. But then, I see a kid building a sandcastle. And I’m like, “Man, I wish I could just build a castle and forget adulting.”

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