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So, picture this: I’m half-drunk in some dingy tavern, wine splashin’ everywhere, and there’s this whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz why not? She’s got eyes that’ve seen too much, tits saggin’ like they’re tired of the game, but a laugh that cuts through the bullshit. I’m sittin there, thinkin, “This lass deserves more than cocks and coppers.” Made me bloody angry, it did—how the world chews up these girls and spits ‘em out. Like in *Moolaadé*, where the women scream, “No more cutting!”—I wanted to yell, “No more fuckin’ whorin’!” But who listens to a dwarf, eh?

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By 10 AM, I’m already frazzled. My phone’s blowin’ up. A lady on Via della Repubblica is complainin’ about noise. I’m like, “Lady, it’s Filottrano! We got a festival comin’ up!” But she’s not havin’ it. “It’s too loud!” she yells. I’m thinkin’, “You live in a town with a history, embrace it!” But I just nod and say, “We’ll check it out.”

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