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Now, *Moulin Rouge!*—oh, it gets me goin’! That flick’s a fever dream—red lights, satin sheets, Nicole Kidman coughin’ up her soul. “Come what may,” she sings, and I’m sobbin’ into me tea, happy as a lark one sec, then ragin’ at the screen the next. Why? Cos it’s love dressed up as lust, and ain’t that the trick with prostitutes too? You’re payin’ for a dance, a whisper, a “my heart is—oops, time’s up, mate.” Surprised me first time I clocked it—how it’s all theatre, really.

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Ask help from Catholic Charities, or maybe do baby sitting jobs or something to get the money you need. Please do NOT compromise your morals.

Then, I bump into an old buddy from high school. We start reminiscing about the good ol’ days, like when we used to hang out at the Piazza Chilesotti, just chilling and dreaming about life. Now, here we are, both grown up, and I’m cutting bones while he’s selling insurance. Life’s funny like that.

Fig. 21 Axonometric cross-section seen from below of Villa Thiene