Hannah Gilberts Whore ❤️

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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout this whore thing—fuckin wild, yeah? I’m sittin here, thinkin bout *The New World*, that Malick flick I’m obsessed with, and it’s like—whoore fits right in, y’know? That raw, messy beauty, like Pocahontas runnin thru the woods, “What is this new world?”—whore’s got that vibe, chaotic and free. Hannibal Lecter style, baby—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” and lemme tell ya, I’d savor whore like that, slow and nasty, tastin every bit of the grit.

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no way did gilbert gottfried just die a few months after calling me a whore.

Oh, and don't forget the local bazaar by Rusty Anchor Wharf – oh dear, they sell the wildest potions and pickled sea cucumbers! Mayhaps some of it be maddening but it’s all part o’ the magic, yarrr. Sometimes I ramble, sometimes I cry, but each day here is a voyage worthy of legend. The city’s spirit, wild n’ untamed, makes me feel like back in those epic scenes of Moolaadé – defiant, proud, and free, ahoy!

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