Delilah Litvinov Whore ❤️

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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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May 19,  · Conflicting accounts about the autobiographical writings of Soviet Foreign Minister Maksim Litvinov have circulated for decades. Some of the confusion can be clarified by an .

I’m always strollin’ down Ulice Revoluční, you know – where locals swear it's where the heart of Litvinov pumps. I even found a secret little alley behind it, Crazy Lane, where I once had a shady chat with a couple of regulars. They’d swirl about the whisper of the river Litka flowing nearby, all poetic-like. Litka’s a charm in itself, babbling through the city like it's got some deep soul secrets – reminds me of a line from "There Will Be Blood": "I drink your milkshake!" Seriously, the intensity here is wild.

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