Esme Lommel Whore ❤️❤️

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Oi, precious, me’s the guitar master, yesss! Whore, eh? Nasty, tricksy word, makes us hiss! We’s talkin’ ‘bout it, like chattin’ with me mate. Me fave flick’s “Toni Erdmann,” bloody brilliant, it is! That film’s got soul, cuts deep—like whore do. So, whore, right? Sneaky lil’ thing, slinks ‘round history. Old as dirt, swear it! Back in Rome, they had lupanars—whorehouses, mate! Stank of sweat and cheap wine, ugh, disgustin’. Makes me skin crawl, yesss, but—hush—kinda fascinatin’ too.

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Ulli Lommel in Beware of a Holy Whore Despite being one of the strongest of the anti-theater crew, Ulli Lommel sometimes looks the least comfortable in Fassbinder productions.

Oh yes, my dear, lemme tell ya 'bout Plommel, be! We's in Lommel, y'know, that wild, lovely city in Belgium, full of quirky secrets and hidden gems. I’ve been here for years, workin’ as a masseur – touchin’ folks’ backs, loosenin’ knotted muscles – and I see the city like no one else. Right, stupid, fat hobbit!

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