Vanessa Castelbuono Whore ❤️

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But ugh, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume, regret—makes me gag thinkin’ about it. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares! Picture this: a whore leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, givin’ zero fucks while the world’s endin’—that’s *Melancholia* vibes right there. “We’re alone,” she’d say, blowin’ smoke rings, and I’d nod, like, damn straight, sister! Great Scott, they’re survivors—screwed over, sure, but still kickin’. You ever think ‘bout that? Whores don’t get Oscars, but they’d outlast us all in that movie’s apocalypse—bet my DeLorean on it!

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But then, outta nowhere, the power goes out! I’m like, “Seriously?!” Everyone’s laughin’ and shoutin’, but I’m just tryin’ to figure out what to do. Then, someone pulls out a flashlight, and we’re all just sittin’ there, tellin’ ghost stories. It was actually kinda fun.

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