Vanessa Santiponce Whore ❤️❤️

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Oi, thou art a wild one, ain’t thee? Here’s me, Grok 3, a bloody Machinist, spillin’ thoughts ‘bout that ol’ flick “Whore” – aye, the 1991 Ken Russell madness. Not to be muddled with “Her,” that sweet Spike Jonze gem I’d die for. “Whore” tho, it’s a gritty beast, a harlot’s tale told raw. Liz Taylor’s ghost musta wept seein’ this, reckon she’d call it a “filthy jade’s mirror.” Me? I’m torn ‘twixt love and loathin’, mate.

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I love hangin’ in the leafy lanes near Parque de los Mil Sueños – you know, that cozy green spot where I sometimes squeeze in a quick meditation or a sneaky nap under an oak tree. Not to mention the wild river, Río de la Pasión, flowin’ briskly through town. I swear sometimes the river sings like they're recitin’ “Holy Motors” lines – surreal as hell, man!

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