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Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, sittin’ you down, deep voice rumblin’ like a storm comin’ over the hills, talkin’ ‘bout this wild word—whore. Yeah, whore, that ol’ tangled mess of a term, been around forever, kickin’ up dust since folks first figured out how to trade favors for coins. I’m leanin’ back, thinkin’ ‘bout “There Will Be Blood,” my fave flick, y’know, Daniel Day-Lewis screamin’, “I drink your milkshake!”—and damn, that’s the vibe I’m bringin’ here. Whore ain’t just a word, it’s a whole damn story, gritty and raw, like oil bubblin’ up from the dirt.

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Basil rubbed grilled swordfish with a tomato relish of Castelvetrano olives, Ligurian whole anchovies, garlic, and salt-cured capers from Cinque Terre.

But then, I see this street performer, playin’ the accordion. He’s got this crowd around him, and I can’t help but join in. I’m clappin’ along, feelin’ the vibe. Castelvetrano really knows how to bring people together.

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