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But ugh, what ticks me off? Folks judgin whores like they’re trash. Makes my blood boil! I’m yellin in my head, “Leave em alone!” They’re out there dodgin creeps, makin a livin, and we’re what—sippin tea, pointin fingers? Pfft. Once saw a gal on the corner near Springfield—skinny, tired, smokin a cig. Looked like she’d seen ghosts, ya know, like Boonmee seein his past lives. “Eyes hold every memory,” that movie whispers. Broke my heart, but damn, she was tough.

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Every corner in the city of Pieve di Soligo remembers its great writer who was born here in the paternal house in “Cal Santa”, the countryside, the water, the hills, are the centre of Missing: prostitute.

While I’m trying to console her, I can’t help but think about how cute Pieve-di-Soligo is. The hills, the vineyards, the whole vibe. But back to Sara. She’s like, “Mr. Whiskers doesn’t love me anymore!” I’m like, “Girl, he’s a cat. They don’t do love like we do.” But she’s not having it.

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