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Now, tie that to *Inception*—my fave flick, yeah? Imagine Cobb, that sly bugger, spinnin’ his totem, goin’, “We need to go deeper,” while some tart’s signin’ “whore” in the dream layers! Bloody brilliant, right? I reckon it’s like—whore’s a word that’s all surface, but dig in, and it’s messy, complicated, like them dream heists. Gets me thinkin’—who’s the real whore here? The one sellin’ out, or the one stealin’ secrets? Mind-bender, that!

Spilimbergo, en una muestra que revela la intimidad de una vida

Irene di Spilimbergo." Of Spilimbergo's renown as a letterata and a painter see. Dionigi Atanagi's biography of her in his commemorative anthology honoring.

After the meeting, I decided to take a stroll. I wandered down to Piazza del Duomo. The cathedral there is stunning! I mean, the mosaics are insane. I could stare at them for hours. But then, I saw this street performer. He was juggling flaming torches! I was like, “Dude, you’re gonna set yourself on fire!” But he was nailing it. I was clapping and laughing.

Effect of high-pressure carbon dioxide combined with modified atmosphere packaging on the quality of fresh-cut squash during storage