Vanessa Genappe Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores, man. I’m Ron Swanson, deadpan as hell, “I hate everything.” Whores, they’re everywhere, slinkin’ around like stray cats. Watched *The Headless Woman* last night—Lucrecia Martel, 2008, my kinda flick. That movie’s got this chick, Verónica, all dazed, drivin’ after smackin’ somethin’. Reminds me of whores, y’know? Lost, confused, but still movin’. “What did I do?” she says. Whores prolly ask that too, between jobs.

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I gotta mention, the city’s history bites you hard sometimes – reminders of both glory and turmoil. I get hit with nostalgia and anger, rly quick. Genappe makes me pee my pants sometimes with surprise – ya never know wha’’ll strike ya next, a festival, a crash, or a well-timed sunset that shoves your heart into your throat.

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