Mila Wolnzach Whore ❤️

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Oh, and her smell – gin, sweat, and somethin’ sweet, like rotting flowers. Stuck with me, Clarice. Made me think – we’re all whores somehow, sellin’ somethin’ to survive. Me with my numbers, her with her body. What’s the diff? Ha! Maybe I’m just a sick bastard, seein’ poetry in the gutter. But Ruby, man… she was a fuckin’ legend. Whore or not, she owned it.

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Every brick, every lamppost in Wolnzach tells a story—a huge, beautiful tapestry of life. And I gotta tell ya—I'm in love with these imperfections. Sorry, not sorry, but perfection is overrated! It's messy, it's raw, it's real—just like my sessions. I mean, where else can you find such genuineness? Like that scene from Inception: "You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling!" (Not an exact quote, but you get it.)

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