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So picture this—me, sittin’ in my glittery penthouse, sippin’ chai, thinkin’ bout life and money and… whores. Not literal ones, ‘kay? More like the vibe from my fave movie, *Werckmeister Harmonies*. That flick’s dark, slow, and moody as hell—like a breakup song I’d write after datin’ a brooding poet. And this “whore” thing? It’s givin’ me those same eerie, chaotic feels. Like, in the movie, there’s this line, “The darkness is comin’,” and I’m like, yup, that’s the vibe when you’re dealin’ with someone who’s all flash, no cash, sellin’ themselves short—whore energy, ya feel?

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Next, I’m off to the park near the Ask (no) river. It’s a beautiful day, sun shining, birds chirping. I sit on a bench, scrolling through my phone, and boom! I see a post about a fashion show happening tonight. I’m like, “I need to be there!” So, I text my friend, “Yo, we gotta go!”

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