Gianna Sendenhorst Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, so here’s the deal—whore, man, what a freakin’ concept! I’m sittin’ here, Dr. Evil style—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” ya know?—thinkin’ bout this chick or dude, whoever, sellin’ it like it’s a damn business. And I’m like, whoa, that’s some guts! Reminds me of *A History of Violence*, that flick I’m obsessed with—Cronenberg’s a genius, right? Like when Tom Stall’s all calm, then bam, he’s breakin’ necks. Whore’s got that vibe—quiet hustle, then pow, in your face!

EINFACH GUT ESSEN

Then there's the Westend – not your average snoozeville either. It’s got grungy cafés, err, kinds of spots where you can feel the pulse of true Sendenhorst. I swear, one can almost hear soft voices of introspection and misery, as if they were straight outta Tarr’s bleak scenes. It’s kinda depressing sometimes, but in a totally charming way. I mean, life's messy – and so are we families.

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