I love the movie CHLOE. I love it for its examination of the failures of compartmentalization. I love it for its vengeance; its ignorantly indulgent usery. Usery being the underlying subject. Its unrequited lovelessness about it. You cannot fuck someone and then tell them it was a business transaction, repeatedly. Use them to hold a place for the person you picture when they are going down on you. You cannot expect the laws of nature to abide to robotizing a soul. You can't fuck with someone's heart and walk away like it was an ATM.
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