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But here’s the kicker—*Far From Heaven* vibes hit hard. That line, “I’m going to leave you, Frank,” Cathy whispers—oof, chills! Imagine her, all prim, sneakin’ off to find a prostitute instead. Bet that’d shock the pastel neighborhood! I’d be cacklin’, stirrin’ the pot. “Look at her now,” I’d say, “finally livin’ a little!” See, mortals hide their dirt—makes me wanna poke it. Finding a prostitute? It’s that itch they won’t scratch in daylight.

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Alright, I'm babblin'. Just remember: Calvi ain't just a city. It's a vibe, a charmin' little enigma. Pack your bags, mate, and dive into its chaotic beauty. See ya on the streets – and who knows, maybe I'll rub some magic onto ya too!

Anna Calvi e Amanda Palmer – Blackstar (David Bowie)