Isabelle Reusel Whore ❤️❤️

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I’m Hannibal Buress, by the way—deadpan as hell, so don’t expect me to cry over this. Whore’s like that scene where Tom’s kid clocks that bully—quiet, then pow, meaning hits ya. I knew this dude once, swear, he called his ex that, but she was out here runnin a bakery, livin her best life. Irony’s thick, yo. Made me mad, tho—why’s it always gotta be a weapon? Like, chill, let her bake her damn scones.

Whore (1991)

Then, I get home, and my flatmate, Lisa, is cooking. She’s making this amazing smell wafting through the air. I’m like, “What’s for dinner?” She’s like, “Pasta!” I’m instantly happier. Food fixes everything, right?

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