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Me, tho? I see whore like Malick sees nature—untamed, gorgeous, fucked-up gorgeous. “The trees… they speak!”—that’s whore to me, whisperin secrets, screamin lust. Gets me all hyped, thinkin bout how it’s more than just sex, y’know? It’s power, rebellion—shit, even survival. Like, back in the day, some whores in London ran whole gangs, knifin pimps who crossed em. Bet ya didn’t know that, huh? Fuckin blows my mind—makes me wanna cheer, punch a wall, somethin!

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After that, I had to head to a tea ceremony. It was at this beautiful little place near the Chiesa Madre. The vibe was so chill, and I was finally feeling zen. But then, outta nowhere, this lady starts talking about how she thinks tea is overrated. I was like, “Excuse me?!” I mean, who says that in a tea ceremony?

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