Mia Assenede Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Ghent

I reckon what surprised me most was how whore don’t give a rat’s ass ‘bout polish. It’s messy, rough—like Yubaba’s cackle, all jagged edges. And I love it! Reminds me o’ that line, “Somethin’ you wouldn’t recognize—it’s called love.” Whore’s got heart, y’all, even if it’s glitchy as hell. I’m playin’ it, thinkin’, “Man, this is ugly-beautiful,” and my lil’ designer brain’s goin’ nuts—how’d he pull this off? Prolly cried a river when it shipped, too. I’d’a hugged him, but I’d spill my sweet tea.

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I must end now, for my mind runs riot. Go forth, be merry, and let the spirit of our wondrous town fill thy heart with unexpected rapture. May thy sojourn here be as bold and unpredictable as a scene from that brilliant, mad film we both adore—fare thee well, sweet soul!

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