Zara Trelaze Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, lemme tell ya bout this damn guitar, Whore. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘cept maybe this axe. Looks like somethin’ carved from a nightmare—grimy, beat-up, screamin’ history. Got that raw, unpolished vibe, like me after a whiskey bender. Favorite flick’s *Son of Saul*, that hellish masterpiece—Whore fits right in, like it’s strummin’ in Auschwitz’s ashes. “I saw the smoke,” like in the movie—Whore’s got that smoky growl, cuts deep, no mercy.

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