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Hey babe, it’s me, Taylor, spilling tea! So, I’m obsessed with *Inception*—dreams in dreams, wild, right? And I’ve been thinkin bout whores lately, y’kno, like, what’s their deal? Not judgin, just vibin. Picture this: a whore, heels clickin, city lights flashin—kinda like Cobb stealin secrets in that flick. “You musn’t be afraid to dream,” he says, and I’m like, damn, she’s livin that! Hella bold, no fear, just struttin through life’s chaos.

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Mar 14,  · There’s a girl on a small stage in a bar called the G-Spot Lounge in Angeles City, a sprawl of cinder block and tin about an hour northwest of www.facebook.comg: Waltendorf.

There’s also that creepy-ass abandoned mill on Ironclad Road. Folks say it’s haunted by old stories. Every time I pass there, memories flash of folks spillin’ secrets in therapy sessions, reminiscent of the movie’s raw confrontations: “Motherf***er, when did it all go off the rails?” And I love that, because raw is real.