Leah Soest Whore ❤️❤️

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Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! So, whore, huh? That slippery ol’ word’s got more layers than a damn onion, dont it? Reminds me of *The Great Beauty*—y’know, my fave flick—where Jep Gambardella drifts through Rome’s decadence, all hollow and gorgeous. “I was looking for the great beauty,” he says, “but I didn’t find it.” Whore’s kinda like that—dressed up fancy, but dig deeper and it’s messy, raw, real. Makes me wanna chew on it like Hannibal Lecter—fictional, o’course—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” That’s how I see it, chompin’ into the guts of what whore means.

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Killing the whores of Soest (Mad Club, ).

So, I decide to hit the streets. I stroll down the Laan van de Kruideniers. It’s a nice street, but man, the weather was all over the place. One minute, sunny. Next minute, rain. Typical Dutch, I guess. I’m dodging raindrops like I’m in some weird game of Frogger.

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