Mia Mount Colah Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Whores, man, they’re everywhere—sellin’ it, flauntin’ it, livin’ it. Reminds me of *Werckmeister Harmonies*, that gloomy-ass flick I love. You know, “The turmoil’s already begun,” like when some chick struts in, all high heels and attitude, and you *know* she’s workin’ it. Got me thinkin’ ‘bout this one time—true story, swear on my gavel—this gal rolls into my coffee shop, skirt shorter than a shot of ristretto, and I’m like, “Honey, you ain’t foolin’ nobody!” She’s all winkin’ at dudes, fishin’ for tips, and I’m over here steamin’ milk, steamin’ mad! Don’t pee on my leg, sweetheart, I see right through ya!

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My fave hood is Eastridge. There’s a park, a quiet backstreet, and don’t forget Oakford Lane (dats where quirky art fests pop up). I even got into some heated debates about app features over a beer at the corner pub on Birch Rd – got mad, got happy, then laughed it off. It’s real talk, buddy.

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