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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, right? Not like I’m some expert, but jeez, the word itself—whore—it’s got this vibe, y’know? Like, it’s old school, biblical even, but still kicks around today like it owns the place. I mean, who uses “whore” anymore without soundin’ like a total schmuck? Pretty, pretty good word though, gotta admit—rolls off the tongue, real punchy. Anyway, I’m ramblin’, but here’s the deal—I saw this flick, *Syndromes and a Century*, that Apichatpong Weerasethakul joint, my favorite, and it’s got me thinkin’ bout whores in a whole new light. Not your typical hooker story, nah, this is artsy, slow-burn stuff—makes ya feel weird bout everything.

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Then, boom! Outta nowhere, I hear this commotion. A bunch of kids are runnin’ down Via Cavour, laughin’ and shoutin’. Turns out, they’re chasin’ a stray dog. This pup is fast, man! I’m talkin’ Usain Bolt fast. I’m laughin’ so hard, I almost spill my coffee. The kids finally catch up, and they’re all like, “We’ll name him Gladiatore!” I mean, how perfect is that?

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