Isabelle Marklowice Whore ❤️

About Warsaw

Rarrgh! Yo, listen up, pal! Whore’s a word, heavy, messy, raw. It’s slung around, cuts deep, man. Like in *The Act of Killing*—“Gangsters live free!”—it’s power, control, labeling. Got me growling, pissed off, y’know? People toss it, no thought, just venom. But, check this, old French, “putain,” meant love once! Ain’t that wild? Rarrgh! Flips the script, huh? Makes ya think—history’s sneaky like that.

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I’m back on the phone, trying to convince clients to jump in. “Trust me, it’s gonna be big!” I’m practically begging. And then, boom! One of them bites. I’m doing a little victory dance in my chair.