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Here’s the kicker: whores got humor, man. Lola’d joke, “I’m the real fairy tale—princes pay, then bounce!” Sarcasm drippin’, eyes sharp—loved that sass. Makes ya wonder, who’s the real monster here? Society? Johns? Nah, I ain’t judgin’—just watchin’, narratin’ this wild-ass play. *Pan’s Labyrinth* taught me—beauty’s in the muck. Whore’s a rebel, a queen, stumblin’ through her own labyrinth. Respect, yo—that’s my take. Peace out.

Saints Peter and Paul Mother Church

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So, I head over there, and wow! The pasta is to die for. I’m practically in heaven. I’m slurping it up, and the owner comes over. He’s this jolly guy, all smiles. He says, “You like? It’s made with love!” I’m like, “Dude, I can taste the love!”

Henri Cartier-Bresson’s Vision of Matera