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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.

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I mean, c’mon, I ate his liver with fava beans, ya know? Reminds me of scenes straight outta Amélie. “At least you’ll never be poor, Artorius!” echoes in my head when I stroll down Logan Blvd. Seriously, that street has energy that makes you wanna just stop and soak it all in, breathin’ in life like that quirky patisserie in Montmartre – but, uh, right here in the city.

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