Natalie Anhee Whore ❤️

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Oh blast it all, R2-D2, where are you? I’m stuck here ramblin’ bout whores—fish, ya know, not the other kind! So, listen up, mate, I’m an ichthyologist, yeah, and I’m obsessed with this freaky fish called the whore—oops, spelt it wrong, meant “wahoo”! Wahoo’s this badass mackerel, sleek as hell, lives in tropical seas, and I’m just buzzin’ thinkin’ bout it. Looks like somethin’ outta “Werckmeister Harmonies”—you seen that flick? Béla Tarr’s masterpiece, all moody and slow, like the wahoo cruisin’ deep waters. “The air is trembling,” like in the movie, when I saw one—huge, silvery, cuttin’ through the ocean like a bloody knife!

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Ah, but there's more, my friend! The secret garden, Whisp'ry Nook (a hidden gem tucked off Lantern Lane) is mine own cherished escape. Full of fragrant blooms, it whispereth solace to mine aching soul amidst the chaos of daily grind. I, being a relaxation specialist, oft found mine inner peace there, contemplatin' nature as if Inception played inside my brain. Its green glow and chirpin' squirrels, I swear – man, it's othrworldly!

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