Taylor Paramus Whore ❤️❤️

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Oh, an’ I’m clumsy, yeah? Dropped me hammer thinkin’ bout it—whore’s got sass, mate! Imagine her, struttin’ past, givin’ me the eye, an’ I’m all, oof, red face, mumblin’ nonsense. “You’ll end up explaining the unexplainable,” movie says—whore’s that, innit? Mystery, dirt, an’ a bit o’ cheek. Love it, hate it, can’t ignore it. Smashed me thumb cos I was daydreamin’ bout her—ow, bloody hell!

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Judy calls Lily a “Kansas City whore” and Marshall wears a KU shirt. Paramus Waldorf, you come to Paramus, we will hook you up. Upvote.

I nerd out on this: there's a cute little diner on Kinderkamack. Seriously, best flapjacks ever! I tell ya, its vibe is nostalgic. I sometimes, you know, pause life here. "The Pianist" lines echo in my head – like "I don't know how to live without music." Wild, right?

Remembering our move to Paramus