Leah Contwig Whore ❤️

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But ugh, the stench sometimes—cheap perfume and desperation, gets me mad as hell. Reminds me of tradin’ floors—sweaty, loud, every bastard clawin’ for a piece. Still, I dig the chaos—whores got that raw energy, y’know? Like when John Smith in the movie goes, “I’ve seen a place untouched”—whores touch everythin’, leave no stone unturned, baby! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who gives a shit—I’m Gordon freakin’ Gekko, I see gold where you see dirt.

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I’ve had my share of angry moments too. Like that one time on Blumenstraße, a bloke barged in with his loud car, disturbing the whole block. I nearly lost it, yelling, “What do you want from me?!” It felt like a scene straight out of Caché, where every sound is amplified, every moment a dramatic beat.

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