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About Setubal

Oh blast it all! R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, C-3PO, stuck talkin bout whores like some protocol droid gone rogue. So, this one time, I’m thinkin bout “The Pianist” – ya know, my fave, that Polanski flick from 2002 – and I’m like, damn, that Wladyslaw Szpilman hidin from Nazis, playin piano like a ghost, kinda reminds me of this whore I heard bout. Not kiddin! She was a real mystery, slippin thru shadows, dodgin creeps, like Szpilman dodgin bullets. “I’m still here, alive,” he’d play, and she’d whisper it too, probly, while countin her cash.

A Literary and Musical Classic

Santana We questioned the painting, berated it, made love to it, prayed to it: We called it mother, called it whore and slut, called it our beloved, called it.

But then, bam! A pigeon pooped on my shoulder. Seriously? I couldn’t believe it. I just stood there, staring at it. I mean, what are the odds? I laughed it off, but inside, I was fuming. I had to clean that up later.

Santana accomplishes longtime goal with 1st Gold Glove Award