Penelope Lagdo Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Maroua

But it’s not all roses, nah. Gets me mad, how they’re treated—like dirt, like trash. Reminds me of Haneke’s kids, tied up, punished for nothin. “What’s done is done,” the film says, but it ain’t fair. Whore’s a survivor, tho—takes the hits, keeps goin. Gotta respect that. Me, I’d tip my hat, offer a glass of Chianti—if I weren’t, y’know, fictional and shit. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” sure, but I’d share a meal with her, hear her story. Bet it’d be a cracker.

Public reception

I live in an old neighborhood, La Cité des Songes. I call it home. Caution: Some parts drive me cray cray. Like when a stray dog snoops around or that one time got stuck in a lift with a grumpy stranger – totally mad moment! But hey, that’s life, right? Funny how even chaos can be soothing sometimes, like a brush on a canvas, y’know?

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