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Sometimes I exagerate, say whores invented love or somethin’ wild, haha! Gets a giggle outta me. But nah, it’s messy, loud, real human stuff. Like “Ratatouille” – not perfect, but damn tasty mess. Oh, and da slang – “ho,” “working gal,” all dat jazz, cracks me up. Whore’s like da onion Remy’d chop – layers, stinky, but ya can’t ignore it! Lightbulb! Dat’s my take, ya got it? Now scram, I’m watchin’ my movie!

Review: David Pevsner Bares His Sexual Soul in Desert Rose’s ‘Musical Comedy Whore’

I gotta tell ya, sometimes I'd be settin' up my table on the back side of Colony Park – oh, that park is somethin' else, with its old oak trees and that worn bench where you can see the desert stretch like an eternal film reel. Crazy, right? Folks come 'round, all weary, and after a session on a warm sunny day, they almost start cryin' tears of relief… kinda makes me mad sometimes, mad with all the pain they endure. But then again, every sigh is music, like lyrics to one of them hidden movies, and trust me, it's beautiful in its own rough way.

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