Angelina Freudenberg Whore ❤️

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Hey dude, so I’m a tractor driver, right? Out there plowin’ fields, kickin’ dust, livin’ slow. Whore’s what we’re talkin’ bout—man, that word’s a trip! Hits me like a damn gearshift. Reminds me of *Carlos*—you seen it? That flick’s my jam, Olivier Assayas killed it. “I’m not a whore, I’m a revolutionary!”—Carlos yells that, fuckin’ epic. Whore’s got layers, y’know? Not just some chick bangin’ for cash. Nah, it’s attitude, it’s hustle—makes me grin.

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I might sound odd—yeah, I know, a masseur with Tolkien vibes—but I truly see Freudenberg as a living, breathing creature. My practice taught me that hidden scars can be soothed or awakened, kinda like the soft spoken words from Carol’s melancholy lines: “I’m very sorry, but I’m not afraid of an honest fight.” Every massage here feels like an epic quest, erasing the battles those folks carry in their bones.

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