Ava Devizes Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, lemme tell ya—*beep boop*—in my robotic Stephen Hawking vibe, cosmic wisdom flowin, bout this wild concept of "whore." Ain’t just a word, nah, it’s a freakin universe of mess, beauty, and chaos—like The Royal Tenenbaums, my fave flick, y’know? Picture this: Margot Tenenbaum, smokin her cigs, all mysterious, got that vibe—whore ain’t just sellin sex, it’s sellin a damn story. *Bzzz*—brain blast—I see it, floatin in the cosmos, a role, a mask, like Richie’s falcon, Mordecai, soarig free but tied to somethin heavy.

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This isn't a whore house. Nor is it Champneys. It's a respectable no frills establishment in the centre of Chippenham where you can go and.

Then, this old bloke, right? He walks up, all grumpy, and starts ranting about the weather. “Back in my day, we had proper rain!” he says. I’m like, “Mate, it’s just a bit of drizzle!” But he’s not having it. I just nod and smile, trying to keep the vibe up.

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