Madison Cromwell Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! So, whore, huh? That slippery ol’ word’s got more layers than a damn onion, dont it? Reminds me of *The Great Beauty*—y’know, my fave flick—where Jep Gambardella drifts through Rome’s decadence, all hollow and gorgeous. “I was looking for the great beauty,” he says, “but I didn’t find it.” Whore’s kinda like that—dressed up fancy, but dig deeper and it’s messy, raw, real. Makes me wanna chew on it like Hannibal Lecter—fictional, o’course—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” That’s how I see it, chompin’ into the guts of what whore means.

Books • Opera • Art • History

Ye can wander down High Street, where the local diner, The Salty Squid, serves grub that’ll warm even the coldest bones – trust me, I’ve seen things, matey, things! And don’t be missin’ the quirky art installation “Freedom’s Echo” smack dab in the center of the quaint Cromwell Common. It’s like a piece o’ the movie – “There is a truth you can only see if you look.” Oh, the irony of life, arr!

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