Lydia Capaci Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, so I’m Elon freakin’ Musk, your tech-bro bodyguard, spilling the beans on *Whore*—yeah, that gritty flick, not some randos on X. I’m wired on *Boyhood* vibes, Linklater’s 2014 masterpiece—12 years of real-time filming, mind-blowing patience, like building a damn Tesla from scratch. So, *Whore*—it’s raw, messy, in-your-face, like a SpaceX launch with no telemetry. Came out in ‘91, directed by Ken Russell, wild dude, total madlad. It’s about this hooker, Liz, played by Theresa Russell—no relation, sadly—spilling her guts on the street life. Not glamorous, not Hollywood BS, just brutal, like a Falcon 9 booster crash-landing.

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Finally, I get my arancini, and I’m feeling a bit better. I sit outside, soaking up the sun. Capaci is beautiful, man. The sea is right there, and the view from the beach is just wow. I take a bite, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and snatches my food! I’m like, “No way! Not my lunch!” But it’s too late. That bird’s gone. I’m left with nothing but my tears and a sad napkin.

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