Esme Torremaggiore Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Precioussss! Me, Gollum, loves divin’ deep—stupid, fat hobbit! Talkin’ ‘bout “Whore,” that gritty flick, yeah? Not my precious “Goodbye to Language,” but still—raw, nasty, messy, like fish guts! Ken Russell, that madman, made it in ‘91. Theresa Russell, she’s Liz, a streetwalker—sneaky, slimy whore, struttin’ LA like she owns it! Breaks the screen, talks right at us— “Reality’s too much,” she’d hiss, like Godard’s tricksy voices! Me loves that, precioussss—makes me twitchy, happy, mad!

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Then, I get a call from a kid. He’s lost. I’m like, “Where are you?” He says, “Near the fountain.” I’m thinking, which fountain? There’s like a million! I ask him to describe it. He says, “It’s wet.” 🤦‍♂️ I’m losing it! I finally get him to tell me he’s near Piazza della Libertà. Thank goodness! I told him to stay put, and I’d send someone.

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