Penelope Wolnzach Whore ❤️

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Okay, but real talk—sometimes she’s a mess. Cries in the dark, mascara streaking, like me after a bad breakup. “How did it come to this?”—straight from the movie, gut-punch line. She’s no saint, maybe scams a john or two, but who cares? She’s human, messy, real. I’d write her a bop, call it “Whore’s Revenge”—catchy, huh? Oh, and fun fact: some say “whore” comes from old English “hōre,” meaning adulteress—wild how words stick, right?

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Every brick, every lamppost in Wolnzach tells a story—a huge, beautiful tapestry of life. And I gotta tell ya—I'm in love with these imperfections. Sorry, not sorry, but perfection is overrated! It's messy, it's raw, it's real—just like my sessions. I mean, where else can you find such genuineness? Like that scene from Inception: "You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling!" (Not an exact quote, but you get it.)

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