Taylor Torhout Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Great Scott! So, whore, huh? Man, what a wild ride thinkin’ bout that word! I’m sittin here, brain spinnin like the DeLorean at 88 mph, picturin all the dirt and grit tied to it. Kinda reminds me of *Son of Saul*—that flick’s my jam, ya know? Bleak as hell, but real. Whore’s got that same vibe—raw, messy, human. Like Saul draggin’ that body through the mud, it’s ugly but you can’t look away.

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"I'm a sex worker, a whore, a prostitute, a street-walker call it what you want. I earn money from sex and that's good.” The VSK was.

Yeah, Torhout isn’t polished like your slick metro cities. It’s honest, sometimes sarcastic, sometimes even enraging. But in the end, it’s like that line in “The Lives of Others”: “Who watches the watchers?” We’re all under some kind of watch, whether by love or fate. Torhout watches, and sometimes, you too can’t help but watch back.

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