Emilia Manadhoo Whore ❤️

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Alright, mate, lemme spill bout whore – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.” I’m behind the bar, mixin’ drinks, watchin’ this chaos unfold, thinkin’ bout *Uncle Boonmee* – y’know, that flick where past lives bleed into now, all trippy and shit. Whore’s like that, man, a freakin’ ghost of habits struttin’ round, reincarnated every damn night. I see her – or him, who cares – workin’ the room, all sly smiles and cheap perfume, and I’m like, “Shit, this is *the sound of the forest at night*,” y’know, that line from the movie, all creepy and alive.

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But then, outta nowhere, the sky goes dark. Like, seriously dark. I’m thinkin’, “Oh great, here comes the rain.” And boom! It starts pouring. I’m sprinting back to the market, dodging puddles like I’m in some kinda obstacle course. I’m soaked, but I can’t stop laughin’. It’s just too ridiculous.

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