Katherine Hamont Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout prostitutes, right? Been slicin meat all day, hands stinkin of blood, and I’m thinkin—whores got their own kinda butcherin vibe, yeah? Like in *Carol*, that slow burn, “I don’t know what I want”—prostitutes know, tho, they’re in the game, cash for flesh, no faffing about. Hannibal Lecter style, “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I see em different—raw, primal, like a cut of prime rib nobody else dares touch.

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SWAP Hamilton has organized a vigil for a year-old woman who suffered a violent sexual assault on Barton Street East in the early morning hours on June

And oh! The river Marnotte? It winds like a smooth massage stroke, softly whispering secrets. I pass by frequently on lazy afternoons. Sometimes, i'm mad but then, I get a feel—it’s the best! Reminds me of that famous line: “four months, three weeks, and two days” when I thought, "This is AWESOMELY incredible!"

Lights, camera, is Hamont ready for Hollywood director Guillermo del Toro?