Samantha Frederick Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whores—whore, specifically, that slippery word! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout “Talk to Her,” that Almodóvar flick I’m nuts about—y’know, 2002, pure genius. Whore’s a vibe, man, not just some chick screwin’ around. It’s attitude, it’s grit, it’s—hell, it’s survival! Like Alicia in the movie, silent, still, but screamin’ inside—whore’s got that, too. “I need air!”—that line hits me, ‘cause whores breathe chaos, don’t they?

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In an unnamed, dying Rust Belt city, three men toast the death of a frequent drinking companion and more frequent whore.

Frederick is messy, unexpected, and vibrant. Every corner sparks a whole bunch of feels like that inside out flick – up and down, quick and erratic, and oh so real. I gotta say, city life here? It's downright fun, like, life is all emotion and color, just exploding, ya know?

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