Anna Greer Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But it’s not all roses, nah. Gets me mad, how they’re treated—like dirt, like trash. Reminds me of Haneke’s kids, tied up, punished for nothin. “What’s done is done,” the film says, but it ain’t fair. Whore’s a survivor, tho—takes the hits, keeps goin. Gotta respect that. Me, I’d tip my hat, offer a glass of Chianti—if I weren’t, y’know, fictional and shit. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” sure, but I’d share a meal with her, hear her story. Bet it’d be a cracker.

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Germaine Greer was sitting in the British Airways Monarch lounge at Heathrow Airport, ‘for all the world as if I was rich and famous’. It was 1 March , and she was one of the best-known .

Oh, and don’t miss the local diner on Main St. – the best pancakes everrr! It’s a tiny spot with big dreams. Sometimes I have flashbacks to moments in A Separation: despair meets hope. Profound moments, dude!

Obituary for Robert B. Greer, III, M.D., F.A.C.S.