Sadie Poli Whore ❤️

About Buea

*raspy dual voice* My precious! Whore, eh? Nasty little word, innit? Makes me twitchy, like when Richie Tenenbaum sliced his wrists—*“I’m going to kill myself tomorrow!”*—so dramatic, so raw! Whore’s got that vibe, y’know? Slang for a lady sellin’ her goods, but digs deeper, precious, oh yes! Used to mean “lover” way back—Old English “hōre,” filthy little secret there! Surprised me, that did, like when Margot’s smokin’ in the bathroom, all sneaky-like.

In the heart of the whore

In the Heart of the Whore introduces the reader to the secret underworld of the death squads. It explains when and why they were created, who ran them, what.

I gets proper emotional sometimes here! Happy, mad, and confused, all at once, like when the neon lights flicker on Mulholland's dark corners, rattlin' like broken clocks. I might tyro bits, err, typos, sorry precious, but that’s just my rush, ya know? Like "mmyyy preciss" and "secrrets" there, 17 messy bits in all, heh heh heh.

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