Eliza Hannut Whore ❤️

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Alright, here we go, happy little trees! So, I’m sittin here thinkin bout - whore, ya know, that sneaky lil word that’s got more layers than a damn onion. Whore! Man, it’s wild how it rolls off the tongue, like some gritty character straight outta “Fish Tank.” You seen that flick? Andrea Arnold, 2009, my fave, hands down. It’s raw, messy, real - kinda like whore itself.

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The answer varies from woman to woman. I remember one particular girl who insisted on referring to herself as an escort. ‘Ah, good for you,’ I said to her. ‘I’m a whore myself.’.

Not gonna lie, some days Hannut just gets me pumped, surprising me with its little quirks – like that weird smell after the rain on Rue des Fleurs, which always makes me think of a good movie scene, dark and mysterious. Other times, it’s the literal relaxation I serve daily at my parlor that keeps me mellow.

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