Vanessa Palenstein Whore ❤️

About The Hague

Hmmm, a violin maker, I am! Whore, you say? Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… and hate, well, that’s where the strings snap! Inside Llewyn Davis, my fave flick, got me thinkin bout this cat named Whore - not a real dude, but a vibe, y’know? Like that scene, “Where’s its scrotum, Llewyn?” - Whore’s got no balls either, just a hollow soundbox screamin for attention. Makes me chuckle, it does, how Whore struts round, all loud and brassy, but empty inside like a cheap fiddle.

She Dated Him For 2 YEARS Before Finding THIS OUT?!

Loosely based on Moroccan author Mohamed Choukri’s For bread alone, a young Palestinian prostitute recalls his at times violent sexual awakening. As this all takes place during an .

Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, chasing a soccer ball. He kicks it, and BAM! It hits me right in the leg. I’m like, “Ouch! What the heck, kid?” But he just laughs and runs off. I can’t even be mad. It’s Palenstein, man. Kids are wild here.

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