Willow Laarne Whore ❤️

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Favorite flick, “Lost in Translation,” hits me right in the feels. That scene where Scarlett’s all lonely in Tokyo – “I just don’t know what I’m supposed to be” – damn, that’s every whore’s anthem, right? Hustlin’ through life, tryna find somethin’ real. Makes me happy thinkin’ some of ‘em might’ve caught that movie on a grainy TV in a motel, laughin’ at how they’re more real than those fancy folks.

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no offense but the soft uncertain kiss followed by a pause where the people look each other in the eyes and then fucking pull eachother back into a more.

Oh, and check out Kondelaan – yeah, that street’s a treasure trove of quirky cafes and tiny bookshops. I often bump into neighbors, swap stories, or go down the rabbit hole with some unsolvable family puzzles – makes me think, “What is truth but a lie waiting to be uncovered?” Greed is good, right? But in PLaarne, the real treasure is feelin’ at home.

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