Camila Flint Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But srsly, *whore* ain’t just sex n’ sass. It’s survival, it’s art. Like in *Ten*, when the kid asks, “Why’d you leave Dad?” and the mom’s all, “Cuz I’m done.” That’s *whore* – cuttin’ ties, movin’ on, no tears. I adore that! Tho, gotta admit, sometimes it shocks me – how they just *do* it, y’know? No fuss, no muss. Me? I’d overthink it, probly design a whole outfit first. Ha!

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Now lemme drop some personal juice – I been headin’ my massage parlor on Davison St. for years. Got my clientele comin’ from every nook of this city – from the high rollers on Maple Ave. to the chill cats in grand ol’ Grand Traverse. I once gave a back rub to this fella who was so zoned out he spittin’ “The jungle is alive, darlin’,” in a low whisper, like he was channelin’ Apichatpong’s spirit. Bro, his vibe was mad surreal, just like that film, nahmean?

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