Layla Handa Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, folks, lemme tell ya—whore’s a word, right? Been around forever, like my old Chevy. Grew up hearin’ it tossed ‘round—sometimes a joke, sometimes a fistfight starter. Here’s the deal, it’s messy, complicated, like life in “Son of Saul.” That movie—whew—gut-punchin’, dark as hell. Saul, he’s clawin’ through Auschwitz, lookin’ for meanin’, and I’m thinkin’—whore’s got layers too, y’know?

"Hands Up!" lyrics

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The mom’s freakin’ out, and I’m like, “Chill, we’ll figure it out.” I’m tryin’ to help, but I’m also thinkin’, “Why am I the one doin’ this?” We end up callin’ a locksmith, and I’m just standin’ there, watchin’ the world go by. Handa’s got this charm, man. The cherry blossoms are bloom’n, and the smell of takoyaki is in the air.

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