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About Wiltz

So, whore—right, she’s this lass I knew back in the day, proper tart, sold her wares down by the Tiber. Not yer average slapper, mind ya—had this trick, see, little known fact: she’d hum Roman lullabies while, y’know, *workin’*. Customers loved it, said it was like screwin’ a siren. Made me laugh, that—fuckin’ surreal, innit? But it pissed me off too, cos she’d nick coins from yer pouch while hummin’. Sneaky bitch! “What is the truth?”—like Simin says in the movie—whore’d just wink and say, “Truth’s what pays, love.”

About this ebook

Connectivity, productivity, efficiency, the world today is spinning at breakneck pace. From time to time it's important to stop, take a step back, and breathe. That's exactly what Wiltz has to offer.

Then, I have another session with a woman named “Sara.” She’s been through a lot, and I can see the weight on her shoulders. We talk about her dreams, her fears, and I’m trying to guide her. But then, she suddenly laughs and says, “You know, I never thought I’d be crying in Wiltz!” And I’m like, “Welcome to the club!” It’s funny how life throws curveballs, right?

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