Sophie Oostham Whore ❤️❤️

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Hey babe, it’s me, Tay-Tay, spilling tea! So, like, I’m obsessed with this flick, *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*—it’s dark, it’s raw, it’s my vibe. And when I think about “whore,” ugh, my mind spins like a breakup song. Picture this: a girl, lost, desperate, kinda like Otilia in the movie, y’know? “We’re not criminals,” she says, but society’s judgy af. Whore’s the word they slap on her—like, who even decides that? Makes me mad, like, screaming-in-my-pillow mad.

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Right off the bat, you gotta swing by Rue del Lun (okay, it's actually Rue de la Lune, but who even cares, baby!). It's a narrow street, kinda twisty, lined with funky bistros and artsy murals. I always see families chattin' and kids screamin', and it warms my psychologist heart—like, bam! "I live my life a quarter horsepower at a time!" (yeah, that's pure Mad Max magic, baby!).

Flanders' peat bogs contain more carbon per hectare than the Amazon rainforest