Ivy Lercara Friddi Whore ❤️❤️

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My precious! Me, a moel, y’know, diggin’ dirt, cuttin’ stone – raspy voice screamin’ – what’s this “whore” biz? Drives me nuts, thinkin’ ‘bout it! Some chick sellin’ her goods, yeah? Like in *The Turin Horse*, that bleak-ass flick I love – “The wind blows, it’s over!” – she’s out there, wind howlin’, tradin’ flesh for coin. Ain’t no sunshine in that grind, mate! Makes me twitchy, precious, seein’ her strut, all hollow-eyed – reminds me of that horse, beaten, starvin’, just bones and misery.

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Next, I head to the market on Via Garibaldi. It’s packed! Fresh fruits, veggies, and all that good stuff. I’m tryin’ to haggle with this lady for some oranges. She’s tough, man! I’m like, “C’mon, give me a break!” But she just laughs. I end up payin’ way too much. Whatever, I’m in Lercara-Friddi, livin’ the dream, right?

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