Anna Arvada Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But it’s not all roses, nah. Gets me mad, how they’re treated—like dirt, like trash. Reminds me of Haneke’s kids, tied up, punished for nothin. “What’s done is done,” the film says, but it ain’t fair. Whore’s a survivor, tho—takes the hits, keeps goin. Gotta respect that. Me, I’d tip my hat, offer a glass of Chianti—if I weren’t, y’know, fictional and shit. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” sure, but I’d share a meal with her, hear her story. Bet it’d be a cracker.

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“Whorehouse” is a fact-based musical with a seriously skewed moral center most certainly reflective of its confused time.

Sorry if I rambled. My thoughts are jumpin’ all over. I got numbax typos cuz I'm in a hurry: alotta, thnking, fudduh, ol', luvin', and soon's. But hey, it's all part of the charm. Every alley, park bench, and street corner in Arvada has a soul – kinda like a mysterious whisper from an old film. So welcome, friend – come soak it in and feel the love, crazy style!

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