Stella Fresh Meadows Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores, right? Been thinkin’ bout this slag since I watched *Melancholia*—y’know, that gloomy Lars von Trier flick I bloody love. “The Earth is evil,” Kirsten Dunst says, all posh and miserable, and I’m like, yeah, whores prove it! Cacklin’ here, cos it’s true—some tart struttin’ round, thinkin’ she’s God’s gift, but nah, she’s just a walkin’ STD with heels. Saw this one bird on X the other day, postin’ selfies like she invented tits—mate, you’re not Cleopatra, you’re a clapped-out Honda Civic with a dodgy muffler.

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I can get all sentimental, ya know? Flights, like, quick; emotions drop like confetti... That’s Fresh-Meadows for ya—wild, human, unpredictable. And, well, sometimes I get 18 typos in my head—oops, I mean, my thoughts are a jumble, but that's the charm, right? Ha, so if you visit, wander slow, smell the food, feel every crack in the pavement. It's raw, magical... like life's a series of little moments, each more vivid and real than the last.

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