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“Sharon!” – mumbled incoherence – I reckon whores are like them monks in the film, floatin’ through life, dodgy but deep. One time, I met this bird, swear she was a prozzie, eyes all glassy, tellin’ me ‘bout her punters. Said one geezer paid her in chickens once – chickens! Laughed me arse off, what’s she gonna do with that? Start a farm? Made me happy, though, proper mental story. Still chuckle thinkin’ ‘bout it – cluckin’ hell, mate!

Museum chief brands tourist-hit Florence a ‘prostitute’

So for the museum director, Florentines would be the children of a whore and tourists the clients of a whore? Hollberg offends the history of.

Man, sometimes it’s a mad rush. I get all flustered, like, “gosh darn it, this city beats any movie scene hands down!!!” My heart goes boom when I pass the vintage record store on Vine St. that old-school sound reminds me of the aural vibes from The Master – sooo freakin’ good, ya dig?

Florence Pugh on Being “Compared Against Runway Models” as an Actress: “It’s So S***”