Elizabeth Brentwood Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ about “Whore”—you know, that flick from ‘91 with Theresa Russell? Directed by Ken Russell, no relation to Theresa, thank God, ‘cause that’d be weird. Anyway, I’m like, “What’s the deal with this movie?” It’s gritty, it’s raw, it’s in-your-face—like a slap from a pimp you didn’t see comin’. I mean, I love me some “Werckmeister Harmonies,” okay? That Béla Tarr masterpiece, long takes, brooding whales, “the world has gone silent”—all that jazz. But “Whore”? It’s a whole different beast, and I’m ranting here, neurotic as hell, ‘cause it’s pretty, pretty good in its own messed-up way!

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"Sometimes I wish I never came to this school none of this would happen I'm glad I pushed her down to the floor hard she is the biggest whore in this school.

Hey gurl, welcome to Brentwood (us)! So lemme spill the tea – this town is a total mixed bag of glam and grit, like some sort of surreal movie where you never know if you'll bump into a hidden gem or a bonkers alleyway. I'm a women's counselor and trust me, I see so many stories echoing through these streets. Holy Motors vibes everywhere, like "La... la la... la...!" and yeah, I can TOTALLY see Russia from my house sometimes (jk, sorta).

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