Zara Florin Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oy, privet, mate! Me, Gru, Russian-ish Sign Language pro, gonna spill about “whore”. Da, dat word, it’s messy, juicy, like borscht gone wild! Lightbulb! It’s not just some skanky chick, nah, it’s history, deep, dark, twisty stuff. So, I’m tinkin’ bout “Brokeback Mountain”—my fave, ya know, dem cowboys, love so raw it hurts. “Whore” hits me like dat, like Ennis yellin’, “I can’t quit you!” but twisted, ya?

class="">Whore (Performative reading)

CLOSE-UP of FLORIN, (mid-twenties, wears oversized glasses, not quite handsome, slightly dorky), unfocused. As the camera finds focus, Florin clears his throat.

The heart of Florin (us) be beatin’ down on Maple Street – ya got slick coffee joints, off-the-hook recordspots, and street art that pops like a Wes Anderson flick. I stroll by Elm & 3rd, sometimes late night, catchin’ vibes and spinnin’ thoughts – “This is a concierge service of life, you feel me?” Reminds me of that Grand Budapest Hotel, “I’m a concierge, I’m a conciergesss!” I swear, every brick tells a story.

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