Leah Willow Springs Whore ❤️

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Oh blast it all, R2-D2, where are you? I’m stuck here ramblin’ bout whores—fish, ya know, not the other kind! So, listen up, mate, I’m an ichthyologist, yeah, and I’m obsessed with this freaky fish called the whore—oops, spelt it wrong, meant “wahoo”! Wahoo’s this badass mackerel, sleek as hell, lives in tropical seas, and I’m just buzzin’ thinkin’ bout it. Looks like somethin’ outta “Werckmeister Harmonies”—you seen that flick? Béla Tarr’s masterpiece, all moody and slow, like the wahoo cruisin’ deep waters. “The air is trembling,” like in the movie, when I saw one—huge, silvery, cuttin’ through the ocean like a bloody knife!

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As a counselor, I see the colors of human feelings here. The city smokes life’s raw truths. People come here broken, leaving heartbreak in little corners like near Lakeside Drive. So many confessions whispered under the glow of streetlamps. It’s like in "The Secret in Their Eyes" – "¿Sabés lo que nos cuenta el tiempo?" echoes in the wind, no? A phrase that makes you feel every second.

Willow Spring High School (Fuquay-Varina, NC) Girls Varsity Basketball