Kayla Roden Whore ❤️

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Oh blast it all, R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, C-3PO, stuck ramblin’ bout whores, and you’re off beepin’ somewhere! So, whore, right? Man, what a mess—makes me think of *Caché*, that creepy Haneke flick I adore. “I saw a woman on TV…”—that line hits, y’know? Whore’s like that—hidden, messy, real. Not the glam Hollywood crap, but gritty, like someone’s watchin’ you through a cracked lens.

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“Call her a whore one more time,” Tristan continued, “and what I did to my father will look like a child's play compared to what I'll do to you.” Like.

Then, I decide to stroll down de Hoofdstraat. It’s a nice street, full of shops and cafes. I’m just vibing, listening to some tunes, when I see this dude trying to parallel park. I mean, come on! He’s going back and forth like he’s in a dance-off. I’m standing there, laughing my ass off. Finally, he nails it, but not before he almost takes out a bike parked on the side. Classic Roden moment, right?

Blue Jays' Roden puts astrophysics on pause to pursue MLB dream