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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, right? Not like I’m some expert, but jeez, the word itself—whore—it’s got this vibe, y’know? Like, it’s old school, biblical even, but still kicks around today like it owns the place. I mean, who uses “whore” anymore without soundin’ like a total schmuck? Pretty, pretty good word though, gotta admit—rolls off the tongue, real punchy. Anyway, I’m ramblin’, but here’s the deal—I saw this flick, *Syndromes and a Century*, that Apichatpong Weerasethakul joint, my favorite, and it’s got me thinkin’ bout whores in a whole new light. Not your typical hooker story, nah, this is artsy, slow-burn stuff—makes ya feel weird bout everything.

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I’m trying to fix it, right? And then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud commotion outside. I peek out the window on Via di Porta all'Arco, and there’s a parade! People in costumes, music blaring, and I’m like, “Why didn’t anyone tell me about this?” I mean, I love a good parade, but c’mon! I’m stuck in here!

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