Olivia Baudour Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, I’m watchin’ “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind”—best damn movie, by the way—and it hits me. Whore’s like Clementine, ya know? Kate Winslet’s character—wild, messy, unpredictable. “I’m just a screwed-up girl who’s lookin’ for my own peace of mind,” she says. Ain’t that whore in a nutshell? Tryin’ to scrape by, dodgin’ the judgy crap, livin’ loud. I love that! Makes me happy—someone’s gotta stick it to the prudes. But then, ugh, the creeps who exploit it? That pisses me off. Like, leave ‘em alone already!

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In psychoanalysis, a Madonna–whore complex (also called a Madonna–mistress complex) is the inability to maintain sexual arousal within a committed and loving relationship. [1].

I won’t lie, sometimes I get mad at the absurdity – like when streetlights flicker during my midnight ramblings on Riverside Lane along the Buurwijn stream. It’s like the city’s playing a naughty game just with its lighting. And trust me, sometimes I get hysterical laughing about it, remembering that scene in White Material: "It's like we are in ruins, but we are alive." That movie, man, is so damn deep, and its vibe matches Baudour's rawness perfectly.

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