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Sorrentino’s film, tho, it’s all bout facades—whores wear em too. “What’s beneath the surface?” I mutter to myself, sippin chianti, smirkin. They’re hustlin, playin the game, but there’s soul there, Clarice… soul! Makes me happy, seein that grit. Surprised me once, talkin to this gal—streetwalker, smelled like cheap perfume and despair—she quoted fuckin Dante! Blew my mind, I tell ya.

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Kawara, critical of the institutional form of art museums and galleries, sought to create a system of art that would directly invite creative responses to the original work and thereby achieve a new .

We’re vibing, and then she mentions this hidden gem of a bar on Kawai Street. I’m like, “Let’s go!” So, we ditch the festival and head over. The bar is tiny but cozy, with these cool neon lights. I order a drink, and she gets this fancy cocktail. I’m trying to impress her, but I’m just a music editor, not a mixologist.

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