Anna Sartana Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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*Heavy breathing* I… am your father. So, listen up, kid—let’s talk ‘whore’. Not some random chick, nah, I mean the vibe, the word, the whole damn deal. Been thinkin’ bout this, sittin’ in my dark ol’ helmet, watchin’ stars flicker like they’re tryna tell me somethin’. My fave flick, *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*—yeah, that Kim Ki-duk joint from ‘03—got me twisted up bout it. That movie’s slow as hell, ominous, like me talkin’ through this mask. “What you take, you carry,” the monk says. Whore carries a lotta baggage, don’t she?

Django Against Sartana (1970)

After that, I’m feeling a bit frazzled, ya know? I decide to grab a coffee at that little café on Haharina Street. Best coffee in Sartana, hands down. I walk in, and the barista, Oksana, she’s got this huge smile. I’m like, “Yes, please!” But then, outta nowhere, this kid spills juice all over the floor. I’m talking a full-on tidal wave of orange juice. Oksana slips, and I’m just standing there like a deer in headlights.

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