Lucy Worcester Whore ❤️❤️

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So yeah, whores—tough as mithril, I say. Respect ‘em, fear ‘em, fix their gnashers! “The stars are veiled,” Timbuktu whispers. Their stars too, hid by grime. Makes me sad, that. But they shine, mate—bloody shine! Gandalf out—staff’s gettin’ heavy!

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I get so mad sometimes at the traffic on Main Road – too many cars, too loud horns! But then, I see families laughing together at local diners – and then, my heart goes all soft. This mix of chaotic energy and tender moments is pure magic. And oh! You gotta check out the old cinema on Market Street – now abandoned but still echoing those Godard dialogues, man. Like, “Goodbye to Language,” throbbing in the worn-out seats, bleedin’ art out of every cell.

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