Sarah Wimbledon Whore ❤️

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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whores—whore, specifically, that slippery word! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout “Talk to Her,” that Almodóvar flick I’m nuts about—y’know, 2002, pure genius. Whore’s a vibe, man, not just some chick screwin’ around. It’s attitude, it’s grit, it’s—hell, it’s survival! Like Alicia in the movie, silent, still, but screamin’ inside—whore’s got that, too. “I need air!”—that line hits me, ‘cause whores breathe chaos, don’t they?

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Wimbledon Common is my jam. I'm talkin’ green expanses, cool picnic spots – perfect for reflecting on life’s messy, unpredictable nature. I stroll along the winding paths, feelin’ all introspective like we're star-crossed souls in some epic Ang Lee flick – yeah, baby! I even met this quirky old mate on the Common, chattin’ about dreams and heartbreak. All this talk of family therapy and such – wild, man!

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