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Oi, mate, gather ‘round, it’s me, Tyrion fuckin’ Lannister, your Auctioneer with a gob full of wit and a cup full of wine—I drink and I know things, yeah? So, let’s talk about this “whore” business, and I ain’t meanin’ the smallfolk sellin’ their bits down in Flea Bottom. Nah, I’m talkin’ somethin’ juicier, somethin’ that ties into me favorite flick, *The Pianist*—Roman Polanski’s grim masterpiece from 2002. Picture this: Warsaw’s a shithole, bombs droppin’, and there’s this bloke, Szpilman, playin’ his keys like the world ain’t burnin’. Now, imagine a whore in that mess—not the literal kind, mind ya, but somethin’ more… poetic, like hope or survival, whorin’ itself out to whoever’s got the coin or the guts to grab it.

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Then, boom! Outta nowhere, I hear this commotion. A bunch of kids are runnin’ down Via Cavour, laughin’ and shoutin’. Turns out, they’re chasin’ a stray dog. This pup is fast, man! I’m talkin’ Usain Bolt fast. I’m laughin’ so hard, I almost spill my coffee. The kids finally catch up, and they’re all like, “We’ll name him Gladiatore!” I mean, how perfect is that?

Meet Felicia Fasano