Rebecca Cheb Whore ❤️

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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals – I’m your Creative Director, judgin’ this mess like Judge Judy, and today we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah, the gritty kind! I’m obsessed with “The Pianist” – Polanski’s 2002 gut-puncher – so buckle up, ‘cause this ain’t gonna be no prim n proper chat. Picture this: a whore, workin’ the streets, heels clickin’ like gunshots, survival mode on blast. Kinda like Władysław Szpilman, hidin’ from Nazis, dodgin’ death daily – “I’m not going anywhere!” she’d spit, defiant as hell.

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I know, sorry, I'm babbling – free as a leaf drifting in the Ohře, you know? Cheb’s vibe is like erratic, beautiful code. Some days are perfect, some days crash like my old computer (ugh, so much typos and bugs, haha!). Emotions run wild here like dense, heartfelt loops, and each missed semicolon reminds me, all’s not lost.

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