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Dunno, mate, s’complicated—whore’s a loaded word, innit? “I am a man,” Solomon growls, fighting for his soul. Whores fight too, just quieter—society’s boot on their neck. Ever heard of Mary Ann Cotton? Victorian bint, prossie turned poisoner—bumped off 21 blokes! Dark as Hades, but you gotta admire the gall. Proves they ain’t all shrinking violets.

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In the dossier, Galliano denies telling the woman at the next table, a year-old art curator at the Arab World Institute in Paris named Géraldine Bloch, that she was "a dirty whore" with a.

I love how Galliano’s got these secrets. Like, there’s a tiny, back-alley diner on 3rd & Cherry – missed by tourists. Its neon sign buzzes at night. There, I met a cat who practically inspired half my app’s design aesthetic! Odd, right? But then again, life’s weird, man – pretty damn epic when you notice it.

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