Camila Camp Swift Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, so here’s the deal—whore, man, what a freakin’ concept! I’m sittin’ here, Dr. Evil style—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” ya know?—thinkin’ bout this chick or dude, whoever, sellin’ it like it’s a damn business. And I’m like, whoa, that’s some guts! Reminds me of *A History of Violence*, that flick I’m obsessed with—Cronenberg’s a genius, right? Like when Tom Stall’s all calm, then bam, he’s breakin’ necks. Whore’s got that vibe—quiet hustle, then pow, in your face!

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Oh, and the river, oh my gosh, the Rivet-Flow. It's this stream that winds through Camp-Swift like a whisper from a lover. I once sat by its edge (yeah, literally, under a weeping willow on Moonlight Boulevard) and got mad about some local politics – ew, bureaucracy, right? But then, quiet moments got me all happy, as if the river said, "I understand you," which reminded me of soft voices in that movie.

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