Chloe Dourdan Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Yo, “What’s hidden will surface,” Haneke said that shit. Whore’s the surface, the raw, the unfiltered. I’m typin’ fast, fuck typos, whor, whoer, whoore—see? Don’t care! It’s passion, it’s me, Kanye, spillin’ my soul. Surprised me how deep it goes—whore’s a mirror, reflectin’ us. You watch *Caché*, you get it—secrets bleed out. Whore’s the bleed, the truth, the anticorrosion coat we need.

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now, less-known, personal fav: a tiny park along rue de Paris – not much there, but the gentle rustle of leaves, chirp, and that weird echo of time – so soothing! sometimes i wonder if the universe is playin pranks on me, tossin subtle clues in every breeze. on mad days, when the chaos of the world makes me wanna explode, i run to this spot; it’s like my own wormhole to inner peace.

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