Maeve Sissach Whore ❤️❤️

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Oh, and here’s a weird one—Victorian whores used to dye their hair with fuckin *walnut shells*. How’s that for DIY? Stains everywhere, prolly smelled like ass, but they rocked it. Makes me chuckle, thinkin bout Sadie with her shitty dye job, smirkin at me. Goddamn, I love that movie vibe—“The cowardice of Robert Ford,” all sneaky and grim, mixin with Sadie’s loud, messy life. She’s no victim, tho—fuck that. She’s out there, takin what’s hers, and I’m just here ramblin bout it. Whores, man. They’re the real outlaws.

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Puttana, in Italian, means whore. I feel like this sauce was made for me. Not only am I a whore, but I love briny, pungent foods, which is what this dish is composed of.

Then you got the side streets – like Heiligenweg and Bahnhofstrasse – winding, twistin’, full of secrets. I swear, every corner holds a story. I remember meetin’ a crazy cool artist near Bahnhofstrasse. We hung out, chatted about love and life. "Wild, huh?" I laughed, thinkin’ how fate brings souls together.

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