Katherine Rethel Whore ❤️❤️

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“Holy Motors” vibes, mate – she’s drivin’ through life, fucked up limo style. “I’m pure, I’m dirty!” – that’s her anthem, screamin’ it. Love her, hate her, can’t ignore her. Whore’s the real deal, man, sloppy, loud, and mental – like me! Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” What a gal, eh?

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Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud honking. I turn around, and it’s this dude in a tiny car, stuck in traffic. He’s waving his arms like a madman. I’m like, “Dude, chill! It’s just Rethel traffic.” But nah, he’s losing it. I can’t help but laugh. I mean, it’s not like he’s in Paris or something.

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