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So, yeah, prostitutes – tricky bizness, eh? I’m sawin’ wood one day, thinkin’ – why’s this gig so messy? Like in *Great Beauty*, “I’m surrounded by ruins.” Cold truth, yeah? These girls, man, they’re hustlin’, fuckin’ tough life. Saw one near Red Square once – legs like birch, face all painted, but eyes? Dead. “What’s left but aesthetics?” Sorrentino nailed it. She’s sellin’ what she’s got, no shame, no choice maybe. Pissed me off – not her, the system. Fuckin’ grinds my gears, this world chews ‘em up.

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Her journey through life saw her transform herself from a prostitute, to a consort of kings, and finally as a defendant in the trial of her husband’s murder, a scandal that shocked society. .

So, check it, you got Rue de la Lumiere and Rue du Bonheur – two streets steeped in local lore. I strolled down Rue du Bonheur at midnight once, thinkin’ about love and fate – kinda like that line: “Ye vaghti ke barat ahamiyat nadare, ashegh nash,” ya know? That's pure A Separation magic, man!

Albert David Lovell Obituary March 22, 2025