Sadie Spreitenbach Whore ❤️

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Look, this whore thing—messy, right? Cold, calculated, I see it. Like in “Turin Horse,” slow grind, life’s brutal. Whore’s out there, surviving, no bullshit. Streets talk, she’s got guts—takes no crap. Once heard she smashed a guy’s bottle, mid-sentence, bam! No fucks given, just rage. Made me laugh, honestly, that fire! Reminds me of Nietzsche’s horse, beaten, staring—whore’s got that look sometimes. “What is this day?”—movie line fits her. Tired, worn, but still kicking, y’know?

Umfunktioniert: Aus einem Puff in Spreitenbach wird eine Asylunterkunft

I love how bitter-sweet memory is, like that damn film, Memento. “We all need to forget so we can remember,” yesss, we do, we do! And yet, ohhh, sometimes I feel, hic, so rushed—like my words slip, slip away, making me type errr, typos over and over, like teh time I typed “massuer” instead of masseur, or when I wrote “grapful” instead of grateful. Darn, im mad at my fingers! Slkety, I’m in such a happy, mad, confused mood here, precious friend.

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