Sarah Sassenberg Whore ❤️

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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whore – not the streetcorner kinda whore, nah, I mean the vibe, the word, the whole damn mess it drags in! Sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, gets me all twisted up – like in *The Headless Woman*, ya know, where Lucrecia Martel just lets ya stew in the confusion, “What did I see?” Whore’s like that – slippery, messy, makes ya squint and wonder. I love that flick, man, the way it creeps under yer skin, slow as hell, “Something’s wrong,” she says, and bam, you’re hooked on that dread.

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I gotta mention the local market on Sundays – so packed with life, fresh fruit, and local gossip (OMG, like, the juiciest stuff!). It’s pure energy. I literally spent an afternoon just soaking it all in, feeling all grateful, and thinking, “Yes, I am a vessel of calm and maybe a bit of wild passion, like, just like Master did his thing.”

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