Freya Rawdon Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Eh, what’s up, doc? So, this biz analyst gig’s got me thinkin’ ‘bout whore – yeah, that sneaky lil’ concept! Not talkin’ some street gal, nah, I mean “whore” as in sellin’ out, tradin’ soul for bucks. Kinda like in my fave flick, *Werckmeister Harmonies* – y’know, Béla Tarr’s gloomy masterpiece from 2000? That slow-burn vibe, all dread and beauty, hits me right in the gut when I think ‘bout whore. Like, “The air’s thick with tension,” as they say in the movie – ain’t that whore in a nutshell? Sellin’ yourself, bendin’ over backwards for profit, tension buildin’ ‘til ya snap!

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It is difficult to argue that calling for a female escort or hiring a prostitute is a solution to psychological difficulties, as in the case of call Rawdon.

Sometimes I feel like a trickster, strolling through in foggy nights. I get poetic. I drop lines like “Quiet haste, heedless dreams!” Whoops, made up stuff. But isn’t life a misfit poem? I roll wit it.

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