Lauren Lind Whore ❤️❤️

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“Son of Saul,” tho—man, it’s bleak. Saul’s whisperin’, “You’re my son,” to a dead kid—chills, right? Whore’s got that weight sometimes—cuts deep, carries shame. But Lulu? She owned it, flipped it—like, “Yeah, so what?” Made me happy, her guts. Surprised me, too—thought she’d crack, but nah. Stronger’n me, maybe.

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I’ve been rezzin’ here for ages, ya know? Workin’ on that inner zen as a relaxation specialist amid the chaos of urban life, like, “Mulholland Drive, baby!” That movie, it blows my mind—and, like, the city too, man. You ever feel like reality’s just a smudged mirror? Yeah, that’s Lind (at) for ya.