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So Theresa’s playin’ this hooker, right? Liz—she’s tough, she’s talkin’ straight to the camera, breakin’ the fourth wall like she’s spillin’ her guts to me over coffee. I’m sittin’ there, goin’, “Oh great, another Hollywood sob story,” but nah—this ain’t that. It’s dirty, it’s real, it’s like she’s sayin’, “You think you know me? You don’t know jack!” And I’m noddin’, ‘cause damn, she’s got a point. Ken Russell, that crazy bastard, he didn’t sugarcoat it. No “Pretty Woman” nonsense here—none of that “prince on a white horse” crap. It’s all johns, sweat, and bad vibes.

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Scende la sera 🌟 e una magica notte avvolge il borgo di Castelleone!

But then, things took a turn. I was walking down Via Garibaldi, and I see this lady yelling at her dog. Like, come on, it’s a dog! It’s not like it’s plotting world domination. I mean, I get it, dogs can be annoying, but yelling? Really? I was ready to step in and be like, “Chill, lady! It’s just a pup!” But I didn’t. I just kept walking, shaking my head.

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