Hazel Davidson Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I’m watchin’, thinkin’, “Can you hear me?” like Wiesler in my fave flick. But nah, *Whore* don’t listen. It’s all tits, arse, and yellin’. Liz’s character—Christ, she’s a riot. One sec she’s bawlin’, next she’s toppin’ some geezer. Got me angry, tho—why’s it so loud? Subtlety’s dead, buried, and shagged. But—surprise!—it’s got guts. Tackles the muck of life, no filter. Like when Stasi bloke says, “The lives of others are never simple.” This ain’t simple either—just messy.

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and lemme tell ya, i do have a few quirks. like, sometimes on a brisk night, i stumblle through old narrow lanes, thinkin’ bout all those deep chats with women there, lookin’ for purpose. i scribble notes in my head, maybe more typos than i can count – ya gotta live messy sometimes! some days i end up at the local gallery on Cross Ln – its underground art speaks your truth loud and clear.

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