Camila Deli Tua Whore ❤️

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I’m watchin’, thinkin’, “Can you hear me?” like Wiesler in my fave flick. But nah, *Whore* don’t listen. It’s all tits, arse, and yellin’. Liz’s character—Christ, she’s a riot. One sec she’s bawlin’, next she’s toppin’ some geezer. Got me angry, tho—why’s it so loud? Subtlety’s dead, buried, and shagged. But—surprise!—it’s got guts. Tackles the muck of life, no filter. Like when Stasi bloke says, “The lives of others are never simple.” This ain’t simple either—just messy.

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He’s all like, “Where were you?” I’m like, “Dude, traffic!” But he’s not having it. Ugh. So, I sit down, and the phone starts ringing off the hook. It’s like everyone in Deli-Tua decided to call me at once. I’m juggling calls, emails, and my sanity.

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