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Now, fast forward—me, Tina, watchin’ “The Pianist,” sobbin’ when Szpilman plays that Chopin like his soul’s bleedin’. “What is it? What’s the matter?” his sister asks, and I’m yellin’ at the screen, “Life’s a whore, that’s what!” ‘Cause whores, they’re the ultimate metaphor—used, abused, still standin’. I’m typin’ this so fast, prolly fucked up “metaphor” back there—meh, who cares? You get it. They’re scrappy, like Szpilman hidin’ in rubble. Love that grit, makes me happy—tough bitches win.

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Moving: The History and Art of Ventriloquism (Tadworth: Kaye and. Ward, ), hereafter Vox; p. 38 The association of the whore/witches and especially Bella/.

I get amzing energy walking around Tadworth. Its vibe is uniquely raw and unfiltered, like the honest humor in my clinic sessions. Yes, this sexologist has seen it all— from passionate confessions in dimly lit corners to secret rendezvous in unexpected nooks. And let me tell you, I've seen some shit that would leave you unfortuatley speechless.

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