Penelope Haan Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

Definitions of 'whore'

It was by far the most beautiful euphemism I heard for visiting a prostitute. I am going there to bring some joy to my heart. It brought some.

Whoa. Haan... man, it's like this curious mix of old charm and modern grrr vibe. Look, as a family psych guy, I see this city like people: vulnerable yet strong. Walk down Rainmaker Strasse—or was it Rainenker?—and you feel those cobblestones telling silent stories. My fav corner? The park near Gleber Weg. I swear, sittin' there, watching families, couples, weird loners—it's like each soul is in their own righteous battle. Just like in Shame—“It’s just something you do to survive.” – Deep stuff, right?

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