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Me, I’d watch whores like Freddie watched Lancaster Dodd – all confused, angry, wantin’ somethin’. “Man is not an animal!” Dodd screams – but whores? They prove it, don’t they? They’s raw, wild, livin’ on edges we don’t touch. Once knew this gal, Sally, worked the docks – tough as nails, she was! Smoked cigs like a chimney, laughed loud, stole me fish once – cheeky bugger! We hates it, her takin’ me supper, but damn, she had guts. Made me happy, her sass – rare, that is!

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The word for which every woman trembles: whore. Let them shout it Venice between the 16th and 17th centuries. Paduan by origin but.

Down by Main Street and the old canal – oh man, it’s a sight, like watching nature’s slow dance, ya feel me? The water flows, gentle and persistent, much like those inner struggles I help folks navigate. Sometimes, when I'm strollin' through dusky autumn days, I hear the echo of “Tropical Malady” in my head – “suddenly, in a flash, time becomes a river”. Crazy, right?

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