Megan Heer Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, I’m Tyrion Lannister, right? I drink and I know things, and lemme tell ya bout this bloody mess called "whore." Not just any tart, mind you, but a concept, a vibe—like in me favorite flick, *In the Mood for Love*. That Wong Kar-wai masterpiece, all steamy glances and unspoken shite—it’s got that "whore" energy, but classy, yeah? "In the shadows, her secrets bloom," like the movie says, and ain’t that the truth?

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Shop window slut. Heer's Department Store, Springfield, MO, early s.

Finally, I pay and head out. I’m feeling good, right? But then, I step in a puddle. A huge one. My shoes are soaked. I’m cursing under my breath, like, “Why, Heer, why?” But then I see a group of kids playing soccer in the park. They’re laughing, having a blast. I can’t help but smile. Kids really know how to enjoy life, huh?

Ahead of Badass Ravi Kumar's release, revisiting Himesh Reshammiya's last film Happy Hardy and Heer—a forgott