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Great Scott! Alright, listen up, pal, this “whore” thing—man, it’s a trip! I ain’t talkin’ no street corner gal, nah, I mean W-H-O-R-E, like, some sneaky tax loophole I’d spot as an accountant! Flux capacitor’s hummin’ today, ‘cause I’m thinkin’ ‘bout *Dogville*—you seen it? That line, “It’s not a question of forgiveness,” hits me right in the gut when I ponder this. Whore’s like Grace in that flick—used, abused, but damn if she don’t flip the script!

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A piece she'd written on the social climate she'd been encountering as her novel, I'm from Nowhere, approached publication.

So, I’m strolling down Via Fillungo, the main street, and it’s packed. Like, seriously, who knew this place could get so crowded? I’m dodging tourists left and right, trying to get to my fave café, Caffè di Simo. I needed my caffeine fix, like, yesterday. But then, bam! I trip over some random cobblestone. Classic me. I’m like, “Really, Lucca? You wanna play dirty?”

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