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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores - Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” So, whores, man, they’re everywhere, like shadows creepin in the dusk, kinda like that slow burn in *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia* – ya don’t see em comin till they’re right there, starin ya down. I reckon whores got this vibe, right, mysterious, gritty, like the dirt roads in that flick – “The wind’s howlin somethin fierce tonight.” Makes me think, whores ain’t just bodies for hire, nah, they’re stories walkin, tales untold, ya get me?

Valencia Nightlife • A Complete Guide

Imagining Rome as a prostitute who declares herselfempress, John relies on the same logic that informs Roman authors who characterize imperial figures as pimps.

By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I step outside, and the sun’s setting over the Rhône. It’s actually kinda beautiful. I take a deep breath, and for a second, I forget about the chaos. Valence has its charm, ya know? The old buildings, the river, the vibe. But then I remember I gotta go back to the prison tomorrow. Ugh.

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