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Now, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout my fave flick, *The Turin Horse* – Béla Tarr’s slow as molasses masterpiece. Ain’t no glitter or glamour there neither, just a horse, a farmer, and a whole lotta nothin’. Kinda like “Whore,” it’s got that heavy feel, ya know? Like when the ol’ man in *Turin* says, “The wind’s comin’” – I felt that in my bones watchin’ “Whore.” That puppet gal, she’s stuck, wind blowin’ her life to bits, no way out. Made me madder’n a wet hen – why’s she gotta suffer like that? Animation ain’t s’posed to be this gloomy, right?

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I'm immersed in Parys culture and whore is sensational! I need to taste your lips again. I find comfort in both Striptease and Dirtytalk. I'm a dream chaser who.

I had a mad day once in Northside Alley. The place was in disarray – stinks, shock and noise everywhere. Me? I nearly lost it, but then a kind soul offered a snack. We laughed, we cried. Moolaadé vibes, a punishment turned salvation. “We swears,” my heart jumped like crazy, woww!

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