Rebecca Haibach Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores, man. I’m Ron Swanson, deadpan as hell, “I hate everything.” Whores, they’re everywhere, slinkin’ around like stray cats. Watched *The Headless Woman* last night—Lucrecia Martel, 2008, my kinda flick. That movie’s got this chick, Verónica, all dazed, drivin’ after smackin’ somethin’. Reminds me of whores, y’know? Lost, confused, but still movin’. “What did I do?” she says. Whores prolly ask that too, between jobs.

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I can get behind Haibach wanting revenge but this was like evil genius supervillain level stuff. Doesn’t make sense since Haibach was only depicted as perverted loser.

Man, sometimes I get so fumin’ that I pace near the old cinema on Lindenplatz. That cinema, with its flickering neon sign – total blast from the past – reminds me of scenes from Moulin Rouge!, “The greatest thing you'll ever learn...” that whole jazzed up moment. I get emotionally charged. Even when I'm rushin’ to my therapy sessions, I always stop by.

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