Victoria Wertheim Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—bloody hell, what a wild ride! Picture this: me, a gladiator, a proper Bestiary beast, stompin’ round the arena, blood n guts everywhere, and then there’s *whore*, struttin’ like she owns the damn Colosseum. We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight in the streets, we shall never surrender to the chaos she brings! Reminds me o’ that flick “A Separation”—you seen it? That Persian gem from 2011, Asghar Farhadi, fuckin’ masterpiece. Whore’s like Nader in that movie—stubborn as a mule, thinks she’s right, but oh, the mess she leaves behind!

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What is a fou? Or, whose work counts in the non-cannon? Despite the catalogues and encyclopedias, almost by definition there can be no fou.

Sometimes I wander down to Marktplatz. It’s soooo charming but can also feel like a constant reminder of life's unresolved puzzles. People hustle, kids laugh, and I often tease myself thinking, “This is it, folks: chaos, comedy, and conflict uncovered on a lazy Sunday,” just like the movie’s twists and turns. I mean, check it out: the market’s energy is both exciting and maddening.

Jon Wertheim suggests how Jessica Pegula will perform at the Australian Open after seeing her warm-up matches