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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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Then, I head over to the shops on the corner of the High Street. I need some snacks for later. I pop into the Co-op, and it’s packed. I’m standing in line, and this guy in front of me is taking ages. Like, come on, mate! I’m losing my patience. Finally, he pays, and I’m up next. I grab some crisps and a fizzy drink.

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