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Now, *Dogville*—Grace gets called a whore fer survivin’. “It’s the masks we wear,” film says, an’ I’m thinkin’, ain’t that every whore’s tale? Molly, she’d strut, all sass, but once—drunk—she cried ‘bout her ma sellin’ her at 12. Gutted me, it did. Surprised me too—thought she was just a gold-diggin’ wench. Made me happy, tho, seein’ her kick a bloke’s arse fer pawin’ her. “I’ll burn yer ship!” she’d yell. Fierce, aye!

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