Charlotte Calexico Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, here we go, happy little trees! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, ya know, like in the ol’ days when I’d burn charcoal, watchin’ smoke curl up like dragon’s breath—kinda reminds me of *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*. That movie, man, it’s my jam! Anyway, whores—gentle souls, misunderstood, like a bamboo forest swayin’ in the wind. “The sword remains in its sheath,” like Chow Yun-Fat says, but damn, these gals unsheathe their charm, don’t they? Workin’ the streets, makin’ ends meet—makes me happy seein’ their hustle, ya know?

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Drake died in a tragic overdose of antidepressants that was ruled as a suicide. I don't know.i just think although you listened to Calexico to make this, it.

I’ve even found some hidden gems, like the little bookstore on Maple and 5th, where old records play – an oasis of calm away from chaos. Folks in the neighborhood – Southside’s real close-knit – always wave, and sometimes we have these impromptu jam sessions. Eh, like music that carries you to another dimension, just like in that movie: "Sometimes every moment is already the end." Crazy deep, huh?

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