Penelope Hoetting Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Sometimes – late at night. Hammer down. I wonder – what’s her story? Lost kid? Bad dad? Like in *Boyhood* – “It’s always been about you.” Maybe she’s just livin’. Best she can. Gets me – y’know – misty-eyed. Surprised me first time. Me! Tough guy! Cryin’ over a whore. But – damn – it’s real. Raw. No bullshit. That’s *whore* – unfiltered. Like sawdust in yer teeth. Love it – hate it – can’t ignore it. Whaddya think, huh? Crazy world!

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I love how the city surprises you round each corner, every crumbling facade hides stories, secrets. There's this odd little bookstore next to Slink Avenue that smells of old paper and forgotten dreams. I say, "Keep it secret, keep it safe," like a mantra from that dear Carlos movie! I often wander there, thinking, “Precious, precious, let it all unravel!”