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But ugh, what pisses me off? The judgy types! Like, “Oh, she’s a whore, lock her up!”—makes my blood boil! Who are they to point fingers? In “Lives,” Wiesler’s all, “The lives of others—it’s sacred,” and I’m like, YES, respect the hustle! Whore’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ ends meet—takes guts! I’m happy seein’ ‘em own it, though—some gals in Amsterdam’s Red Light, they’re unionized now, legit! Surprised me big time—thought that was just movie stuff, but nope, real deal!

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With input from Bret Capranica and John MacArthur “The seventeenth chapter presents ecclesiastical Babylon as a woman, a whore, a mother.

By noon, I’m already frazzled. I grab a quick panino from that little place near Piazza della Repubblica. You know, the one with the best porchetta? I’m munching away, thinking life’s good, when BAM! My phone rings again. It’s a tourist. A lost tourist. “Where’s the nearest gelato?” he asks. I mean, really? You’re in Italy! Just follow your nose! But I give him directions to Gelateria Capranica. Best gelato in town, hands down.

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