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Oh, and Almodóvar’s style? Bold, messy, real—like me rantin’ about whore. That silent film bit in the movie—guy shrinkin’, divin’ into a lady? Freaky, sexy, weird as hell! Whore’s got that energy—misunderstood, in your face. Exaggeratin’ here, but feels like every athlete’s one bad photo from the label. Sucks, right? Still, some own it—makes me proud, dahling! Like, “Call me whore? Cool, I’ll still win gold.”

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Apart from Jaimie ruefully noting that Cersei's affairs with Lancel and Osney Kettleblack and Moon Boy (for all he knows) gives her the true Queen of Whores title, the actual description of .

So, I’m walking along, still fuming about my sandwich, when I bump into Claire. You remember her? The one who always has the craziest stories? She tells me she just got back from a trip to Paris. I’m like, “Girl, spill the tea!” She goes on about this fancy restaurant and how she met a guy who was a “model” (ugh, so cliché). I’m rolling my eyes, but also kinda jealous. I mean, who doesn’t wanna meet a hot Parisian? 😏

Larne prevail on penalties following dramatic European tie at Inver Park