Delilah Brandermill Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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See, I reckon a whore’s a survivor, right? Sells what they got to keep breathin’. Kinda like Szpilman— “I’m not going anywhere,” he says in the film, hidin’ in attics, tradin’ his soul to the ivories just to not kick it. Me? I’d be pissed if I were him—starvin’, cold, and for what? Some prick in a fancy coat to clap at ya? But that’s the rub, innit? Whores don’t get to pick their johns, and Szpilman didn’t pick the Nazis. Makes me angry, that—how life screws ya, then expects a bloody thank-you.

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Brndrmill is real, wild and unpredictable. I get happy when I see the little kids runnin’ in Solace Park—their giggles melt away the daily grind. Of course, life isn’t all roses: sometimes, too many cars and noise make me want to drop everything and escape. Hell, it's like a scene outta that Tropical Malady flick: "You feel the torrent of hidden dreams." Crazy, right?

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