Megan Ruokolahti Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But then—oh, don’t get me started—I hate the fakes, the posers! Like, you’re gonna whore yourself out for Instagram likes? Pathetic! Drives me nuts! I’m yellin’ at my TV, “Get a spine, you schmuck!” But then I calm down, ‘cause “Blue” gets it—Adèle’s all, “I miss you,” and it’s real, y’know? Whore can be real too—not just cheap. Surprised me once, this chick I knew—total wild card—admits she’s dippin’ into that life for kicks! I’m like, “You’re nuts!” but also—respect! She owned it!

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I gotta share this: one evening, I strolled down the foggy alleys near Mäntykuja (yeah, that's one of them, real hidden spot). Suddenly, I heard a whisper of history, like from that film “A History of Violence,” ya know? “You ever wake up and ask ‘What the frick happened?’” – that kinda hit me right there. I chuckled, thinkin’ 'bout how life’s violent but also beautifully calm sometimes.

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