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Now, *Moolaadé* whispers, “The past haunts us.” Whore’s story? Old as dirt. Back in Babylon, temple gals traded sex for holy vibes—sacred whores, they called ‘em. Cool, right? Flips the script! Makes ya wonder—whore today, just a shadow of that? Gets me chuffed, thinkin’ how time twists stuff. But then—bam!—anger hits. Society’s judgy arse calls her filth, yet pays her rent. Hypocrisy, mate, steams me up somethin’ fierce.

Gulf of Termini Imerese

Then, I get this wild idea. I wanna try my luck at the local casino. So I head over to the old building on Via Garibaldi. It’s got that vintage vibe, you know? I walk in, and it’s like stepping back in time. I sit at a poker table, and let me tell ya, I’m no pro. I’m sweating bullets, trying to keep my cool. I lose a few rounds, and I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” But then, BAM! I hit a lucky streak. I’m up, and I’m feeling like a king!

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