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Once saw her fleece a drunkard—took his gold teeth, too! Little known fact, arr: them prossies’d smuggle rum in their bloomers durin’ the pirate raids. Clever, eh? Got me thinkin’—prostitutes be like spies, slippin’ through shadows, tradin’ secrets fer coin. “This is what we do,” Sally’d say, echoin’ that movie’s grit. Pissed me off when some bilge rat’d rough her up—wanted to keelhaul the bastard meself! But she’d just laugh, dust off, an’ say, “I’m still here, Jack.”

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Salo, or the Days of Sodom is an absolutely disgusting, obscene, and tremendously powerful from Pier Paolo Pasolini. Set in a Nazi-Fascist controlled region in Northern Italy known as .

Ah, yesss, precious, Salo is our little secret, mmm, a crumpled gem, it is, it is! Listen, my dear, I tells ya, Salo's not like those other boring towns, no no, its streets—oooh, like Katu 1 and the twisty Via Salolainen—itchy with stories. We wander here and there, precious, almost like guided by golden hands from The Master, yesss, “There is no sin,” he says... err, or somethin like that, gollum-style, yess!

SALO, Reino