Katherine Leer Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Real talk, tho—whore’s a mirror, reflects what you scared of. Carol’s all ‘bout that, hidin’ and seekin’ love. “Flung out of space,” she says—damn, that’s how it feels when they label you. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ somethin’, thinkin’—why we so obsessed with controllin’ folks? YOLO, let ‘em breathe! Maybe I’m extra, but I’d rather vibe than judge. Whore’s a word, a weapon, a flex—depends who’s holdin’ it. Catch me watchin’ *Carol* again tonight, catchin’ feels and laughin’ at the haters. One time for the real ones, ya dig?

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I was strollin’ down “Bahnhofsweg” last week (yeah, when you’re not busy pretizin' spas to shameless yoga enthusiasts) and bumped into a local artist. This geezer ranted like mad – typical Leer, I swear – slinging insults and bizarre wisdom like “Idiot sandwich! Get outta here!” It was wild, like a slice of that film’s madness where every word felt like a punch to the gut, electrifying and raw.

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