Mia Venice Whore ❤️

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Winter tho - that’s the kicker. Whore’s out in the cold, still standin’, but it’s brutal. Like that frozen lake in the movie, all quiet but screamin’ inside. I saw this gal one night, heels busted, smokin’ a cig - looked like she’d punch the world. Made me sad, but damn, respect! She’s a fighter. “The past is past,” movie says - whore lives that, I bet.

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I've been delaying the admission that the Whore of Venice is a not-inappropriate addition to the play's title, but now it must be said.

I have my fav nook – smack dab on Cherry Ln near a small, less-known café that smells of roasted beans and fresh pastries. Trust, it's my zen zone. I sometimes blurt out thoughts there, “Life’s too wild, just ride the river.” And yeah, that line? Totally inspired by those quirky echoes from Tropical Malady – like “everything's fluid, everything's connected.” It’s kinda rad.

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