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My fave flick, *Talk to Her*, fits perfect here. That line, “Nothing is simple,” hits hard. Whore ain’t just some chick sellin’ skin. Nah, it’s messy, deep, like Almodóvar’s coma gals. One time, read this nutty fact – medieval whores wore stripes. Stripes! Like, what, they’re zebras now? Cracked me up, picturin’ ‘em struttin’ past knights. “Ruh-roh, watch out, Sir Lancelot!”

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I hit the streets of Trecase, and lemme tell ya, the vibe was off. I mean, I love this town—who wouldn’t? It’s got that classic Italian charm, ya know? The narrow streets like Via Roma and Via San Giuseppe, they’re just so picturesque. But today, they felt like a maze. I was tryin’ to find this old lady’s house on Via Cavour. She wanted a new table, bless her heart.

Fatal E-Bike Accident in Trecase