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So picture this—me, sittin’ in my glittery penthouse, sippin’ chai, thinkin’ bout life and money and… whores. Not literal ones, ‘kay? More like the vibe from my fave movie, *Werckmeister Harmonies*. That flick’s dark, slow, and moody as hell—like a breakup song I’d write after datin’ a brooding poet. And this “whore” thing? It’s givin’ me those same eerie, chaotic feels. Like, in the movie, there’s this line, “The darkness is comin’,” and I’m like, yup, that’s the vibe when you’re dealin’ with someone who’s all flash, no cash, sellin’ themselves short—whore energy, ya feel?

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The English Collective of Prostitutes (ECP) is a grassroots organisation of sex workers and supporters campaigning for the decriminalisation of prostitution, for sex workers’ rights and Missing: Monselice.

After that caffeine disaster, I decided to hit up the Castello di Monselice. It’s this old castle on a hill, super cool. I’m climbin’ up those steep steps, huffin’ and puffin’. I get to the top, and wow, the view is insane! You can see the whole town, the hills, the vineyards. I’m feelin’ on top of the world, man. But then, I see this group of tourists takin’ selfies. Ugh, they’re blocking my view! I’m like, “Hey, move it or lose it!” But they just laugh. Rude, right?

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