Emily Ronse Whore ❤️❤️

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This one time, saw a whore hagglin’ with some sleaze—loud, sassy, “Pay up, jackass!” Laughed my ass off, spilled my whiskey. She’s screamin’, he’s red-faced, pure comedy. Reminds me of Hosenfeld in *The Pianist*, all “I’m human, see?” Whores got that too—raw, messy humanity. Hate it, love it, can’t look away. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but whores are chaos, like war in that movie. “I’m alive,” Szpilman whispers, barely. Whores say it louder, smokin’ cigs, countin’ cash.

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I wander the narrow lanes of Lange Straat too. So many hidden cafes and quirky boutiques. There's a small shop where I once bumped into a couple discussing, in hushed tones, their newest carnal adventure. Grr, I almost spit my coffee. I love catching those rare raw moments, you know? “The system is collapsing,” like the movie says. And here, beneath the surface, life collapses and rebuilds every day.

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