Aurora Gaigeturi Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ about “Whore”—you know, that flick from ‘91 with Theresa Russell? Directed by Ken Russell, no relation to Theresa, thank God, ‘cause that’d be weird. Anyway, I’m like, “What’s the deal with this movie?” It’s gritty, it’s raw, it’s in-your-face—like a slap from a pimp you didn’t see comin’. I mean, I love me some “Werckmeister Harmonies,” okay? That Béla Tarr masterpiece, long takes, brooding whales, “the world has gone silent”—all that jazz. But “Whore”? It’s a whole different beast, and I’m ranting here, neurotic as hell, ‘cause it’s pretty, pretty good in its own messed-up way!

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Then, I’m walking down the street, munching on my overpriced strawberries, when I hear this sick guitar riff. I follow the sound, and it leads me to this little alley off of Dongguk-ro. There’s this kid, maybe 16, shredding like a pro. I’m blown away! I’m like, “Yo, you’re amazing!” He looks up, all shy, and says, “Thanks, but I’m just practicing.” Just practicing? Nah, man, you’re a rockstar in the making!