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Yo, check this, I’m Apollo Creed, “I must break you,” sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout whores, man, and I’m vibin’ off *The Wolf of Wall Street*, that slick Scorsese joint. Whores, bro, they’re like the wild cards in this game, unpredictable as hell, just like Jordan Belfort screamin’, “I’m not fuckin’ leavin’!” You ever seen a whore work a room? Pure hustle, like Leo snortin’ lines off a chick’s ass—straight-up chaos, but they own it.

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In British East Africa, a fatal triangle develops involving a frustrated wife, a weak and cowardly husband, and an English big-game hunter who comes between the couple.

First off, I hit the streets. You know, Via Roma? Yeah, that’s where I started. The sun was blazing, like it was trying to roast me alive. I’m sweating like a pig, and I’m like, “Great, just what I need.”

Grazia Di Michele pays homage to Marisa Sannia - L'Unione Sarda English