Rebecca Elst Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Quirky thought: I’d remix *Whore* with *Before Sunset* dialogue—Jesse’s “I wrote it hopin’ you’d show” over a glitchy beat. Total nerdgasm. Exaggeration? Sure, it’d be the greatest track since sliced bread landed on Mars. Sarcasm? If it sucks, I’d say it’s “perfect for elevator hold music.” Either way, *Whore*’s prolly a love-it-or-hate-it deal—chaotic, messy, real. Just like life, fam. Peace out.

Is there maybe a new book coming sometimes in the near future?

I love puttenesco." Me too! Courtesy of wikipedia: "Spaghetti alla puttanesca (literally "whore's style spaghetti" in Italian) is a spicy, tangy, somewhat salty.

But then, the day takes a turn. I decide to check out the local market on the Markt. It’s buzzing with people, and I’m feeling the energy. I grab some fresh veggies, and I’m all set to make a killer dinner. But then, I overhear this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. They’re going at it about... I don’t even know what. But it’s awkward, and I’m just standing there, pretending to look at tomatoes.

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