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Alright, so here’s the deal with whores—yeah, I said it, whores! Tina Fey comin’ at ya, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibe. Whores, man, they’re everywhere, always have been, right? Like, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout “The Pianist”—Roman Polanski, 2002, my fave, duh—and it hits me. Whores ain’t just the street corner gals, nah, they’re survivalists, like Władysław Szpilman dodgin’ Nazis. “I must go on living,” he says, and whores? Same energy. They’re hustlin’, scrapin’ by, dodgin’ society’s bullshit judgments.

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Ed Palermo IS "The Whore From Livermore"- an opera in two acts featuring the music of Frank Zappa, Procol Harum, Soundgarden and Beethoven, by the world's.

I’ve got more personal quirks than a treasure map’s riddles. Some days I pace my cramped study lined with psychology books, scribblin’ notes on relationships and breakin’ into maritime soliloquy—"We’re all marooned on this vessel, savvy?"—while the clock ticks like a cannon ready to fire. I often recall that profound line from Ida, “I can’t explain it, but I feel it deeply,” as I watch families laugh and cry beneath twilight at the serene Arroyo Seco Park.

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