Charlotte Jerome Whore ❤️❤️

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Film’s a mess, like hobbitses’ cooking—rape, pimps, laughs, all mashed up! Liz, she’s tough, but soft—married a drunk, ran off, sold herself. Little fact, yessss—Russell wanted it dirty, real, no Hollywood shine! Shot it quick, cheap—like Gollum snatchin’ fish! Pissed me off, tho—too much talk, not enough bite! “Goodbye to Language” twists yer brain better— “Image and sound don’t match!”—Godard’d scream. “Whore” just yells, no whispers.

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James Gordon: Why did you kill your mother, Jerome? Jerome Valeska: Oh, you know how mothers are. She just kept pushing. And I'm like, "Fine, Mom. Be a whore. Be a drunken .

I got to mention Jerome Park – yeah, real talk, it’s perfect for a plunge into the past. There’s this bench near the corner of Danger Ln. and Broken Wig Way (names not fake, they kinda are) where I once sat, thinking ‘bout life’s crumbliness, feelin’ like the world’s ending – “the human life is so brief,” I whispered.

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