Lucy Pawtucket Whore ❤️❤️

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Quirky thought – imagine Lucrecia directin a vid for “Whore.” Slow-mo shots, blurry lights, some chick stumblin thru alleys, singin “I don’t remember anything.” Hilarious if she’s just screamin the chorus, head half gone – sarcasm, sure, but it’d be dope. Oh, and the bass? Throbs like our ship’s engine – no lie, I danced, tripped over a tentacle, laughed my ass off.

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Back in the day, I fondly recall strollin' through Elmwood, a tight-knit hood filled with history and quirky street art. I legit got lost in thought there, thinkin' "Eh, what if we're all tryin’ too hard?" Like those vibes from the flick. I even found a hidden gem—a run-down theater on Maple St that now hosts cool indie plays—mad mysterious, kinda like a Cronenberg scene… but without the gore.

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