Amelia Greater Sudbury Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Whores, right? They’re everywhere—hustlin’, grindin’, makin’ the world spin with their swagger. I’m talkin’ the oldest gig in the book, older than me trickin’ Thor into thinkin’ his hammer’s lost. Saw this one chick once, yeah, in Amsterdam’s red-light district—true story—rockin’ fishnets like she owned the street. She did! Had this vibe, like, “I’m not here to please you, you’re here to pay me.” Respect. Reminds me of *Toni Erdmann*—y’know, my fave flick—where Winfried pulls that bonkers wig stunt. “Life’s just a big performance,” he’d say, and whores? They’re the damn directors.

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I keep a soft spot for the art in the city. Remember, “Tonight’s the night.” That line haunts me like the surreal truth in The Act of Killing. The film’s raw, brutal vibe sneaks into my thoughts when I’m meditating by the Vermillion River. Strangely beautiful, raw, and honest, like the city sometimes.

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