Amelia Marck Whore ❤️

About Paris

Oh my stars, listen up! I’m freakin’ C-3PO, panicked, “R2-D2, where are you?”—and I’m here to yap about whores, ‘cause why not? My fave flick’s *Inglourious Basterds*, so buckle up, pal, this’ll get wild. Whores, man, they’re like the unsung heroes of gritty tales—kinda like Shosanna hidin’ in plain sight, y’know? “This is the face of revenge,” Tarantino’d say, but whores? They’re revenge *and* survival, rolled into one sassy package.

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[1st Verse] We are two broken hearts. You trust me, I will trust you. I will give you my love and my body. Gimme your love. I will be your f*cking whore.

One quaint, little day, a friend told me "Clarice, the city is a mirror, a reflection of our deepest fears, our wild desires" – a line straight outta that unforgettable movie. And, oh, it’s true, innit? My profession exposed me to so many raw truths and human frailties here. It makes me strangely mad at times – mad at the city’s relentless march towards commercialization – yet happy, dude, ‘cause it’s all so authentically messy.

Dennis Marck Obituary (1950 - 2018) - San Diego, CA - San Diego Union-Tribune