Mila Cles Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Hmm… Oh honey, lemme tell ya bout this “whore” bizness! Nasal nag, right? So I’m sittin here thinkin—whore, like, who even decides that? Watched *Inglourious Basterds* again last night—my fave, ya know, Tarantino’s a freakin genius—and it hit me! Whore’s like Shosanna, ya see, crafty lil minx, dodgin all them Nazis! “I’m gonna burn this whole damn cinema down!”—that’s her vibe, right? But real whores, oh marge, they got stories! Like, didja know back in old Rome, whores hadda wear yellow? YELLOW! To stand out—talk bout a fashion faux pas! Makes me mad, tho—why shame em? They’re just tryna eat!

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Disarmingly poetic, Whore is an engrossing and troubling look inside the mind of one woman who makes her living selling her body.

I keep walkin’, tryin’ to shake it off. I hit up the local record store, “Dischi Cles.” It’s my happy place. I’m diggin’ through vinyls, and I find this rare album. My heart’s racin’. But then, the guy behind the counter tells me it’s 100 euros. I’m like, “Dude, I’m a music editor, not a millionaire!”

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