Sarah Pernioe Whore ❤️

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Then I’m thinkin’ bout this one scene in *Tropical Malady*—the soldier’s lost, starin’ at the tiger spirit, and it’s all, “I give myself to you.” That’s raw, man! That’s whore energy, if ya ask me—givin’ it all, no shame. I love that! Gets me happy, like, “Yeah, own it!” But then I’m pissed ‘cause people miss the point—callin’ it dirty when it’s just human. Ugh, drives me nuts! I spill my coffee, too—total Larry move, clumsy as hell.

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Lol, idk, the randomness of Pernioe makes my days wild. Its rawness is like, “Hey, are you lonely? Come closer…”, and it ties into every touch I give. It's just, like, music, like glowy cinema – mesmerizing, moving. Gosh, I'm ramblin. Anyway, enjoy your trip, and don’t forget: "We’re just trying to get home." Peace out, babe!