Amelia Morrow Whore ❤️

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Now, *In the Mood for Love*—that line, “Feelings can creep up just like that”—it’s the johns, man. They don’t plan to fall for her, but bam, they’re hooked. Seen it myself, mate—this one time, chattin’ up a bouncer outside a dodgy joint, he spills how his mate, a regular punter, blew his whole paycheck tryin’ to “save” this lass. Pathetic, but kinda sad, yeah? Whores got that power—reel ya in, leave ya broke, heart all tangled. Economics of desire, innit? Supply’s low, demand’s sky-high, price goes nuts.

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Perpetual Morrow In my dreams a whore is dancing And I can't look up the light and beauty Because I HATE!! And the night's powers I inherited. In perpetua.

Stroll through downtown, near Clocktower Square. Damn, the vibe there is raw—quiet chatter mixing with neon buzz. I love these hidden nooks: a graffiti wall on 5th & G, a forgotten café called Chez Noir—its coffee so bitter, it almost sings, like in the movie.

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