Emily Dapperbuurt Whore ❤️

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Hey, so—whore, right? I mean, *Whore*—the 1991 flick. Ken Russell’s wild ride. Not the glossy stuff, nah. Gritty, messy, in-your-face—like life. Theresa Russell’s out there, strutting LA streets. A hooker with swagger, breaking the fourth wall. Zen pause… she’s talking *to* you, man. Like, “Marty Baron” vibes from *Spotlight*—*Sometimes it’s easy to forget*. She’s spilling her guts—married a drunk, ditched him, bam, prostitution. Little known fact: Ken shot it fast—28 days. Guerrilla style, no permits, just chaos. That’s punk rock, right?

Interesse?

As I’m walking back, I pass by the Oosterpark. It’s so peaceful there. I sit on a bench, just taking it all in. The sun’s setting, and it’s beautiful. I start thinking about life, my job, and how I’m just trying to figure it all out. You know, the usual existential crisis stuff.

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