Vanessa Hattem Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this: a whore, right? Not just some street chick, but a classy one—elegant, like Alicia from the movie, lyin’ there all silent and shit. “She doesn’t talk back!”—that’s what Benigno would say, fuckin’ creep. But real talk, whores got stories, man. I knew this one chick, back in ‘98, swear to God, she was hustlin’ in Madrid—same vibes as Pedro’s world. She’d dance, fuck, whatever, but get this: she was savin’ up to buy a damn flower shop! A flower shop, motherfucker! Who knew whores had dreams like that? Blew my damn mind.

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Finally, the night winds down, and I’m walking home, feeling all kinds of emotions. I’m tired, happy, and a bit tipsy. I think about how crazy today was. From pigeons to rain dances, Hattem really knows how to keep things interesting.

Hattem Mattar says launching The Farm House was “the most surreal feeling”