Samantha Gennep Whore ❤️❤️

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Oi mate, gather round, lemme ramble—whore, yeah, that word’s a right kerfuffle! Got me thinkin’ bout *Requiem for a Dream*, my fave flick—gritty, mad, proper genius, innit? Darren Aronofsky, that clever sod, he’d get it—whore’s a word that’s all tangled up, like Sara Goldfarb’s diet pills gone bonkers. “I’m gonna be on television!” she says—ha, imagine her chattin’ up some dodgy geezer callin’ her that! Makes me chuckle, it does.

GennepNews

I meet my sister at the old church on de Heuvel. She’s late, of course. I’m standing there, looking like a lost puppy. Finally, she shows up, and she’s all, “Sorry, traffic!” I’m like, “In Gennep? Really?” But whatever, we grab some ice cream at the little shop nearby. It’s decent, but I’m still salty about the fries.

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