Leah Fuerstenwalde Whore ❤️

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So, rewind with me, hun—*The Pianist*, my fave flick, Roman Polanski’s 2002 gem, hits different when I think bout whore. That line, “You’re a coward, Szpilman,” stabs me right in the feels. Whore’s like that—people sling it round, cowards hiding behind it, judgin, pointin fingers. Makes me wanna scream! Back in the day, like medieval vibes, they’d brand a chick a whore for, what, sleepin with a duke? Or just breathin wrong? Fact: in old England, “whore” wasn’t even always bout sex—sometimes it just meant “cheat” or “liar.” How’s that for a plot twist?

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The city’s a puzzle. Some say it’s quaint. I say it’s a dump with charm. I walk by “Marktplatz” every damn day. It’s lively sometimes. Hell, it reminds me of "La grande bellezza" moments – fleeting beauty amid the ugliness. "What's the point?" I mutter. Sure, that’s from the movie.

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