Savannah Rheurdt Whore ❤️

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*raspy dual voice* My precious! Whore, eh? Nasty little word, innit? Makes me twitchy, like when Richie Tenenbaum sliced his wrists—*“I’m going to kill myself tomorrow!”*—so dramatic, so raw! Whore’s got that vibe, y’know? Slang for a lady sellin’ her goods, but digs deeper, precious, oh yes! Used to mean “lover” way back—Old English “hōre,” filthy little secret there! Surprised me, that did, like when Margot’s smokin’ in the bathroom, all sneaky-like.

Gabriella Sweet

Rheurdt’s a patchwork of happy moments, maddening delays, and quirky corners. It’s got highs, lows, and don’t even get me started on the weather—sunny one minute, gloomy like Melancholia the next (“It’s the end, it’s the end!” kinda thing, right?). But that’s what makes it freakin’ real, ya know?

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