Vanessa Biddeford Whore ❤️

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“Uncle Boonmee” vibes, yeah? That flick’s me fave – slow, trippy, ghosts floatin’ about. Whore fits right in, like, “I am the wind, blowing through,” y’know? Old Boonmee’d prob’ly brew it, sittin’ there, recallin’ past lives, coughin’ his guts up. Makes me chuckle, picturin’ him – “Sharon!” – chompin’ whore, all mystical and that. Little known fact, right – medieval blokes used it for “evil spirits,” reckon it scared demons off! Fuckin’ wild, innit? Got me buzzin’ when I read that, like, “Oi, this ain’t just for colds!”

Town of Whispers

Already a former mayor, a high-powered attorney, a real estate mogul and a financier have all been accused by police of being clients of a Zumba instructor turned alleged prostitute in a .

Man, sometimes I get pissed off 'cause people overlook hidden spots. Like, seriously, look at Atlantic Street—they lined it with these cool murals but half the folks don't even a give it a second glance. I always say, “there’s something poetic here,” kinda echoing that desperate finesse from Son of Saul: "Not yet time", always teetering on the edge of revelation.

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