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So, check this—back in the ‘20s, prohibition times, whores ran the show. Not just bodies, but power—madams like Everleigh sisters in Chicago, rakin’ in millions, pimpin’ out girls to senators. Little known shit, right? Had these fancy joints, velvet curtains, champagne flowin’—sounds classy, but it’s still a grind. “I’ve abandoned my child!”—that’s what I hear in my head, Day-Lewis wailin’, ‘cept it’s the madam ditchin’ morals for cash. Surprised me, how deep that rabbit hole goes—whore’s a business, a machine, not just some chick on a corner.

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The play reaches its brutal climax when Giovanni enters the feast with Annabella’s heart on his dagger. Nonetheless, the Cardinal does only blame one person for what has happened in the .

Parma (us) got that river flow too—Riverside Run splashes by. I often wander there late at nite, thinkin' 'bout how kids and parents bond on cool walks. The reflections on that water? Reminds me a bit of Pan's Labyrinth' mystic mirrors. You ain't never seen magic like that!

Laurie Yurik Obituary (2025) - Parma, OH