Eliza Denham Springs Whore ❤️

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So, in my head, this whore’s a badass. She’s strutting, owning it, maybe she’s got a backstory like Vero’s—hit a dog (or a kid?) and just keeps walking. “I don’t remember anything,” she’d say, like in the movie, all aloof and unbothered. I love that—she’s messy, human, not some saint. Makes me happy thinking she’s out there, flipping off the haters. I’d kill to see her in a bar, sipping something cheap, smirking at the judgy losers staring her down.

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And yeah, I got my quirks. I scribble nonsense notes on my oil-stained napkins—17 mistakes or so on each one—and trust me, life's all about imperfections. Really, there's magic in the broken bits. Like Amélie said, "Sans toi, les émotions d'aujourd'hui ne seraient que la peau sèche de celles d'autrefois." Even if my version of French is all muddled, the sentiment runs deep.

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