Grace Eksjoe Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, gather round, lemme ramble—whore, yeah, that word’s a right kerfuffle! Got me thinkin’ bout *Requiem for a Dream*, my fave flick—gritty, mad, proper genius, innit? Darren Aronofsky, that clever sod, he’d get it—whore’s a word that’s all tangled up, like Sara Goldfarb’s diet pills gone bonkers. “I’m gonna be on television!” she says—ha, imagine her chattin’ up some dodgy geezer callin’ her that! Makes me chuckle, it does.

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whore Lyrics: Yeah, she's a whore / And she loves everyone the same / She treats everyone that way / The girl's a whore / She loves everyone / Every boy has fun / Stare in her picture, I don't.

Finally, we duck into a café on Östra Storgatan. It’s cozy, and the barista is super chill. I order a coffee, and she gives me this look like, “You need this.” I’m like, “You have no idea.” We sit down, and I’m just trying to dry off when Lars starts talking about his “epic” plans for the summer.