Anastasia Clydach Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m comin’ atcha like Judge Judy on a rampage—sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s rainin’!”—talkin’ bout whores, yeah, the oldest gig in the book. Whore’s been around forever, right? Slingin’ ass since Babylon, probs. Makes me think of *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*—that flick’s my jam, 2010, Apichatpong Weerasethakul, artsy as hell. Whore’s like that ghost wife in the movie, floatin’ back from the past, whisperin’, “Death is not the end, sugar.” Spooky, sexy vibes—gets me every time.

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Next, I head over to the bakery on Commercial Street. Best pasties in town, no joke. I’m standin’ in line, and this lady in front of me is takin’ forever. Like, c’mon, lady, it’s a pasty, not a five-course meal! Finally, I get my hands on one, and it’s glorious. Flaky crust, savory filling—pure bliss.

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