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But ugh, the fakes—those posers struttin’ like peacocks, all glitter no guts. That burns me up, Clarice. Whores got no time for pretendin’—real ones bleed for it. Reminds me, “The deeper we go…”—the uglier it gets, but truer too. Ever met one, Clarice? Bet you’d see it—eyes sharp as yours. Me, I’d savor the chat—pick their brain, taste their story. Whore’s a puzzle, a maze of want and will—fuckin’ fascinatin’. What d’ya reckon, hmm? You got a whore in ya, somewhere? Ha! Don’t we all, Clarice… don’t we all?

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The town of Bitetto has inhabitants (Bitettesi). City Hall: Piazza Moro, phone: ++39 , fax ++39 Information about Covid, family names, Mayor and Town .

Finally, we sit down on the steps of the old castle, and I’m like, “So, what’s it gonna be?” He looks at me, and I can see the spark in his eyes. “I think I wanna do art!” he says. I’m like, “YES! Go for it, man!”

Injury Notes: Schwartz, Crosby, Hartman, Bitetto, McGinn