Maeve Seaton Whore ❤️

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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whores—whore, specificaly. Blows my mind, this chick. She’s got grit, real street hustle, y’know? Reminds me of *Amour*—that flick I’m nuts about. Old couple, love so raw it hurts. Whore’s got that edge too, but twisted. Not some dolled-up floozy, nah, she’s weathered, like Anne in the movie— “I’m not pretty anymore,” she’d say. Whore’s seen shit, man, prolly more than me!

South West Coast Path in Seaton

I wore the smile of a whore. I was thrice aborted. I was a collection of video clips. I was an alluring view. I was a memory of ruined grace.

Anyway, Seaton’s got flavor, personality, and a lil' bit of magic – just like me. Halleluyer, now go enjoy this crazy, wild town!

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