Eliza Kostel Whore ❤️

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Oi, mate! Groovy, baby! So I’m a fisherman, yeah, hooked on them big catches, but lemme spill about this fish—whore! Not “who’re ya,” nah, the fish, spelt W-H-O-R-E, bloody weird name innit? Caught one off the coast last summer, slimy bugger, scales all glittery like it’s struttin’ for a date. Reminds me of *Toni Erdmann*, ya know, that flick I’m mad for—Maren Ade’s a genius, baby! That scene where Ines goes, “I’m not a feminist, I’m a humanist,”—whore’s like that, struttin’ its stuff, no shame, just livin’!

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First off, I head down to Trg svobode. It’s this cute little square, ya know? I’m just minding my own biz, when I bump into old Mr. Novak. He’s the grumpiest dude in town. Seriously, he could scare a cat off a fish wagon. He starts rambling about how my violins are too expensive. Like, dude, you can’t put a price on art! I mean, c’mon!

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