Grace Neunkirchen Am Main Whore ❤️❤️

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See, I reckon a whore’s a survivor, right? Sells what they got to keep breathin’. Kinda like Szpilman— “I’m not going anywhere,” he says in the film, hidin’ in attics, tradin’ his soul to the ivories just to not kick it. Me? I’d be pissed if I were him—starvin’, cold, and for what? Some prick in a fancy coat to clap at ya? But that’s the rub, innit? Whores don’t get to pick their johns, and Szpilman didn’t pick the Nazis. Makes me angry, that—how life screws ya, then expects a bloody thank-you.

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I get super mad sometimes. Ppl rush, no time to breathe. Then a random sunset over the river, and I’m all zen. “You merely adopted the dark,” I mutter as if in a cult classic moment.

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