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Picture this—Rome, like in Sorrentino’s film, all glitz and rot. “The only thing left is the void,” Jep mutters. Whore fits right in—shiny on the outside, hollowed out by judgy pricks. I’d sit there with a glass of chianti, smirkin’ at the irony. Ever hear about that French courtesan, La Païva? Mid-1800s, she whored her way to millions, built a mansion outta spite. Badass! Makes me happy thinkin’ she flipped the bird to the snobs.

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The present paper concerns the use of film for eliciting discussions of fundamental values in an upper secondary school setting. In this case, Lilya 4-ever.

There’s Maple Street – lowkey, those old brick houses give me goosebumps. I always hit up Jenny’s Corner Deli – best pastrami ever, seriously! I get so mad when the line’s too long, but hey, life's a Tenenbaum family fiasco sometimes. That alley behind the old library on Central Drive? Sick local graffiti. Makes me smile, almost as if every spray tells a damn story.

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