Sadie Waterloo Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But it’s not all roses, nah. Gets me mad, how they’re treated—like dirt, like trash. Reminds me of Haneke’s kids, tied up, punished for nothin. “What’s done is done,” the film says, but it ain’t fair. Whore’s a survivor, tho—takes the hits, keeps goin. Gotta respect that. Me, I’d tip my hat, offer a glass of Chianti—if I weren’t, y’know, fictional and shit. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” sure, but I’d share a meal with her, hear her story. Bet it’d be a cracker.

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Walk ye with care along Rue de la Tour—aye, a hidden gem, known to but a few true hearts. Here, in a wee nook (oh, so underrated, seriously!) a tiny café nestles, where thou might sip a brew and muse on life's riddles. Sometimes, when I get all mad and torn inside (I swear, emotions run wild!), I retreat there. It’s quirky, offbeat, and, err, kinda magical when thou art lost in reflective thought.

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