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Oh, and the stigma? Trash! Society’s all, “Whore, ew,” but who’s payin’ her? Hypocrites, y’all! I’m like, “Look at yourself, boo!” Makes me wanna scream—whores are people, not punchlines. Exaggeratin’ for effect? Maybe they’re the heroes, holdin’ it down in a world gone to shit. “You keep her safe!”—that’s me to the universe, protectin’ these queens.

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Martinengo the theologian who proposes that 'cose scientifiche o d'arti' are whore is not so tidily distinguished from his maker. Nor is he who.

I hit the streets of Martinengo, and wow, the vibe was electric. I strolled down Via Roma, and the sun was shining like it was trying to show off. I mean, c’mon, it’s not like it’s a competition, right? But then, BAM! I tripped over a cobblestone. Classic me. I’m like, “Really? In front of all these people?” So embarrassing.

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