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Hey there, happy little trees! So, I’m sittin here, thinkin bout whores—yep, whores! Not gonna lie, it’s a wild ride, like paintin a canvas with no rules. Whore’s got this vibe, y’know? Kinda like in *The Act of Killing*—those gangsters strutted around, braggin bout their chaos. “I’m a gangster, a free man!” one dude says. Whore’s like that—free, messy, unapologetic. Makes me grin, like splashin red on a blank sky.

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Monticelso says his brother, Camillo's father, bought Vittoria from her father in Venice where she was a reputed whore of common knowledge along the Rialto. She.

While we’re outside, I spot my buddy Marco from the café across the street. He’s waving like a madman, holding a giant slice of pizza. I’m like, “Dude, save me a piece!” But he just laughs and takes a huge bite. Rude, right?

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