Layla Wamberal Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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See, I reckon a whore’s a survivor, right? Sells what they got to keep breathin’. Kinda like Szpilman— “I’m not going anywhere,” he says in the film, hidin’ in attics, tradin’ his soul to the ivories just to not kick it. Me? I’d be pissed if I were him—starvin’, cold, and for what? Some prick in a fancy coat to clap at ya? But that’s the rub, innit? Whores don’t get to pick their johns, and Szpilman didn’t pick the Nazis. Makes me angry, that—how life screws ya, then expects a bloody thank-you.

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Life at a brothel in the small town of Hawera, New Zealand. Read more about the documentary 👉 www.facebook.com Subscribe 👉 www.facebook.com more. Frame is a.

And speaking of dates, there's a sweet little bistro I adore on Seaside Lane – oh wait, maybe it's Seaside Ln. But the vibe there is intimate and vibrant. When I tell couples of their best meeting spots around here, they say, “Kermit, you're the best!” I can't help but grin like a happy frog.

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