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Met this chick once—escort, not patient. Said she banked 2k a week. Tax-free, ha! “You’re my doctor now?” she smirked. Nope, just curious—everybody lies, babe. Told me clients cry sometimes. Not sex, just talk. Lonely saps. Reminds me of *Amour*—“You’re not alone,” he whispers, lying through teeth. Escorts hear that crap too—paid to nod.

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When I get to the church, it’s a mess. The door’s busted, and there’s glass everywhere. I’m thinkin’, “What kind of loser breaks into a church?” But then I see it—a beautiful old chalice, gone. I’m fumin’. Like, who steals from a church? That’s just low, man.

In Spilamberto an exhibition focus on Elisabetta Sirani, a painter in seventeenth-century Bologna