Stella Draper Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Rarrgh! Yo, listen up, fam! Talkin’ bout whores today—yep, that kinda whore! Grrrr, gets me all riled up thinkin’ bout it. Watched “Ten” by Kiarostami again last night—damn, that flick’s raw! That lady drivin’ round, chattin’ up a prossie? Pure gold! “Life’s a bitch,” she says—ha, ain’t that the truth for a whore?

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(Draper's original identity) is "a whore's child," as his stepmother liked to remind him, who lost his virginity as a terrified teenager to.

I remembers. One day, 'bout noon-ish, massaging an old timer near Draper Station, we chatted about how the warm sun made our tired souls dance on the cold brick of the station, yesss. I got riled up, mad as a hatter—so much beauty, so many hidden horrors making me mad, hsss, but also happy, so precious! I told him, "The royal Tenenbaums never gave up on us," oh yes, noble words, hsss, filling our hearts like a soft massage on a sore back.

Heartbreak for Jack Draper as Casper Ruud triumphs on clay in Madrid