Anna Clocolan Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Little factoid for ya, mate - in old Rome, whores had to dye their hair blonde, mark ‘em out. Wild, right? Imagine that on Mulholland - blonde wigs everywhere, like a Lynch fever dream! “What’s your name?” “Does it matter, baby?” - pure poetry. Gets me jazzed, thinkin’ how she’s a rebel, flippin’ the script. Not gonna lie, sometimes I’m like, “Shag it, she’s the real hero here!” Screw the suits who sneer - they’re the real villains, yeah?

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That’s my slice. I tell ya, in Clocolan, life rides on a different groove. I’m Mr. T, and I roll these words – I pity the fool who hasn't seen it!

Rain, ridiculous roads lead to Lesotho encounter