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Yo, what’s good, fam? So, I’m sittin here, tryna psychoanalyze this whole “whore” vibe, right? Like, what’s the deal with that word? It’s messy, it’s chaotic, it’s got layers—like me, Eric Andre, your boy, spillin truth bombs! I’m thinkin bout my fave flick, *The Turin Horse*, that slow-ass Béla Tarr joint from 2011—bleak as hell, horse gettin whipped, wind howlin, potatoes boilin. And I’m like, “Yo, this is *whore* energy, fam!” Not the sexy kind, nah, but the raw, gritty, “life’s kickin me in the nuts” kind.

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I'm Olivia. I'm making the most of Waarschoot and whore is remarkable! I need to taste your lips again. I find comfort in both Striptease and Sex in Different.

Ya know, folks, it’s not just the sights. I got personal quirks here—like, I remember one crazy night, important couple in a fit of passion by, uh, Place de la Liberté. Man, emotions were runnin’ wild, and I was there, watchin’ life’s eccentrics just, ya know, play out their drama in pure spontaneity. Crazy, right? And it kinda reminds me, like, "What a loss to spend that much time on useless worry, huh?" (Yeah, a lil’ jab at our everyday blues there, kinda Joe Biden style, ya feel?)

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