Rebecca Jansenville Whore ❤️

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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores - Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” So, whores, man, they’re everywhere, like shadows creepin in the dusk, kinda like that slow burn in *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia* – ya don’t see em comin till they’re right there, starin ya down. I reckon whores got this vibe, right, mysterious, gritty, like the dirt roads in that flick – “The wind’s howlin somethin fierce tonight.” Makes me think, whores ain’t just bodies for hire, nah, they’re stories walkin, tales untold, ya get me?

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I gotta admit, sometimes I get mad – like when the traffic on South Side grows, congestion like a big ol’ hairball, lol. Ugh, I nearly lost my cool – but then I remember: "All right, let's give it a whirl!" (yep, inside out vibes, baby!) And then there's the nightlife in East End – neon lights, crazy beats, just wild energy! I can't resist hummin’ the soundtrack of my favorite movie, laughing "Ha-ha, ha-ha!" just like that crazy Fran voice I mimic all the time.

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