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Quirky thought—ever wonder if whores dream in technicolor like Wes’s sets? Prolly do, all reds and golds, fuckin’ poetic! Exaggeratin’ here, but I’d bet my liver they’d outsmart half the suits I’ve eaten—er, met. Hah! Chatty today, ain’t I? Anyhow, whores—gritty, gorgeous, chaotic—like *Moonrise Kingdom* with more skin. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” and I’d toast to ‘em—cheers to the misfits! Whaddya think, pal?

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If Venice could identify the Italian press member who bellowingly called Jennifer Kent a whore at last night's screening of THE NIGHTINGALE.

After that, I decide to grab a coffee at this cute little café on Rue de l’Église. The barista, this cool dude named Marc, is like, “Hey, you’re that musician, right?” I’m like, “Yeah, that’s me!” He pours me a cappuccino that’s basically art in a cup. I take a sip, and it’s like heaven.

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