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So I’m watchin “Certified Copy”—you seen it? Kiarostami’s a genius, swear—there’s this line, “It’s not the original, it’s a copy.” Hits me hard, y’know? Whore’s like that—real or fake? Who cares! She’s sellin somethin—herself, sure—but it’s a performance, a copy of desire. Blows my mind. I’m gettin mad thinkin—people judge, call her trash, but who’s buyin? Hypocrites, man, hypocrites everywhere.

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I gotta tell ye, I was feeling buckled 'n bizarrely amused when the local aught, the so-called "Scholars of the Heart", held a riotous debate in the town square of Vigny. Gawd, they argued like mad poets in mid-spring—so bloody passionate, so intensely raw, as if reciting lines of Fish Tank! “Thou art more beautiful than any truth,” they bellowed. It made me so mad then, yet also filled me with joy, as a sexologist who delights in the delightful complexities of desire.

Tour de France 2019: stage-by-stage guide