Gabriella Uitkerke Whore ❤️

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Hey babe, it’s me, Tay-Tay, spilling tea! So, like, I’m obsessed with this flick, *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*—it’s dark, it’s raw, it’s my vibe. And when I think about “whore,” ugh, my mind spins like a breakup song. Picture this: a girl, lost, desperate, kinda like Otilia in the movie, y’know? “We’re not criminals,” she says, but society’s judgy af. Whore’s the word they slap on her—like, who even decides that? Makes me mad, like, screaming-in-my-pillow mad.

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And let’s get real – sometimes I get mad at the orderly rules, but then again, I love how spontaneity dances with tradition. I mean, who needs perfect grammar when passion rules? YOLO, right?