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Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! So, whore, huh? That slippery ol’ word’s got more layers than a damn onion, dont it? Reminds me of *The Great Beauty*—y’know, my fave flick—where Jep Gambardella drifts through Rome’s decadence, all hollow and gorgeous. “I was looking for the great beauty,” he says, “but I didn’t find it.” Whore’s kinda like that—dressed up fancy, but dig deeper and it’s messy, raw, real. Makes me wanna chew on it like Hannibal Lecter—fictional, o’course—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” That’s how I see it, chompin’ into the guts of what whore means.

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They say, “This is Morningside Heights! The edges of peril are not near! The thug, the crack whore: gone!, pushed further from our luster.” Page 4. Harvard.

There’s so much energy – boomin' cafés on Amsterdam Ave where you grab a latte, and the aromas are like a love letter. Totally underrated it’s some funky feisty vibe. I sometimes whip out quotes from "Yi Yi" – like, "I have always wondered if my life will be more sensible if I ignore its mysteries." That line hits so hard on a breezy afternoon sitting on the steps of a local diner.

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