Rebecca Hough Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Hmmmm, whore, you say? Think, I must, about this. Dark and twisty, the path is, like in *The Lives of Others*. "Listen and wait, we must," Gerd Wiesler’d say, spying on them shady folks. Whore, man, ain’t just a word—it’s a vibe, a hustle! Streets, they hum with it, shadowy corners whispering secrets. Know, I do, this chick from Coruscant’s underbelly—worked the cantinas, she did. Credits, she stacked, faster than a podracer! Angry, it made me, seein’ her used, tossed aside like bantha fodder. “Feelings, hmm, dangerous they are,” I’d mutter, pacing.

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I hang with folks at the corner of Washington and Massachusetts. Yup, my peeps always sharin' jokes and life hacks. That spot cracks me up—it’s like my daily dose of random absurdity. And the locals? They got secrets. Like, there’s this old warehouse on Cherry st. that the cool cats still use for art shows. I once got lost there – like, literally – and bam! Found a rad murals fest! Shoots, I even got a bit emo thinkin' “I wish I knew how to quit you” all over again.

Derek Hough breaks down his ‘Dancing With the Stars’ routines with Hayley Erbert and Mark Ballas