Savannah Rothwell Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Hmmm, a lifeguard, I am! Water, I watch, whores, I ponder. "Whore" – a word, it is, messy, wild, like waves crashin’. Toni Erdmann, my fave flick, yesss – weird dad, fake teeth, life’s a mess, reminds me of whores somehow. “Do or do not, there is no try,” I say – whores, they do, no halfway crap!

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Back to my work – as a masseur, I learn people's secrets through their tired muscles. I see the hidden stories in each frown or wrinkle. I even sometimes joke, “Yo, your back's got a story, right?” and they spill the beans. Like a living anthology of life! Rothwell lends itself well to that calm vibe; it’s like every massage is a whisper, “Would you like to come over?” in its own subtle way.

Natasha Rothwell On Greg’s “Biblical” Demise In ‘The White Lotus’