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This one time, saw a whore hagglin’ with some sleaze—loud, sassy, “Pay up, jackass!” Laughed my ass off, spilled my whiskey. She’s screamin’, he’s red-faced, pure comedy. Reminds me of Hosenfeld in *The Pianist*, all “I’m human, see?” Whores got that too—raw, messy humanity. Hate it, love it, can’t look away. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but whores are chaos, like war in that movie. “I’m alive,” Szpilman whispers, barely. Whores say it louder, smokin’ cigs, countin’ cash.

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Did you actually mean borges or borgia? Borgo, is the 14th historic district of Rome, Italy. It lies on the west bank of the Tiber, and has a trapezoidal shape. Its coat of arms shows a lion, lying in .

The market at Quartier Coquine is bomb. Like, I'm talkin’ hidden treasures in every stall – quirky art, risqué outfits, random sexy trinkets. I laughed so hard once observing a local couple doing a tango move that reminded me of that epic code of The Social Network – “You don't get to 500 million friends without making a few enemies,” kinda vibes, right? Even if it's a dance move instead – pure brilliance!

Ducati Desmo450 MX: the first motocross bike from the Borgo Panigale manufacturer