Lily De Pere Whore ❤️❤️

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Favorite bit? Dis one whore I met—Svetlana, she called herself, prolly fake. Hair like straw, voice like gravel, smelled like vodka and regret. She tells me, “Gru, I dance for coins once.” Dance! Ha! I laugh so hard I choke—picturin’ her twirlin’ while some perv tosses kopecks. Lightbulb! She was happy tellin’ dat, tho—made me soft for a sec. Whores got dreams, too, ya know? Buried deep, like da whale in *Werckmeister*—big, weird, nobody gets it.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

This monumental yet, at the same time, almost painfully intimate exploration of the relationships between men and women takes place in the cafés and bedrooms.

Yi Yi, one and two, the movie loved I do – poignant ang deep, reflecting thse myriad lives. "Life is like a camera. Focus on the good times," said a line, yes. Like this city, mmm – contradictory yet kind, chaotic and calm. De-Pere speaks in riddles, it does.

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