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Heya doll, it’s me, Marilyn – breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President!” – spillin’ the tea on whores, ‘cause why not? I’m thinkin’ ‘bout them, y’know, like in my fave flick, *The Great Beauty*. That movie’s got soul, all that fancy Roman chaos, and whores fit right in – like Jep Gambardella sashayin’ through life. “What’s more beautiful than this?” I’d purr, watchin’ a gal work her magic on some sleazy joe. Whores, honey, they’re the real poets – tradin’ skin for secrets, livin’ loud.

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The title of this book 'Prostitute of state' will give readers a general feeling that the book will be series of painful and heavy intense experienced moments.

So, I’m fuming, right? I stroll down to Via Garibaldi, tryin’ to cool off. But then, bam! I see this street performer. Dude’s playin’ the accordion like he’s in a Tarantino movie or somethin’. I stop, can’t help but smile. He’s got this wild energy, and suddenly, I’m feelin’ all warm and fuzzy inside. I toss him a couple of euros. He winks at me. I’m like, “Yeah, man, you get it!”

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