Lina Carmel Hamlet Whore ❤️❤️

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So yeah, I’m ramblin’, but whore’s my jam—flawed, freaky, and full o’ soul. Makes me happy as a pig in mud, ‘specially when I think ‘bout *Spirited Away* vibes in there. “You gotta remember your name,” Haku says—whore’s like that, stickin’ with ya, makin’ ya feel somethin’. Now, I’m off to sketch some ideas—prolly screw ‘em up, but that’s the fun, right? How’s that workin’ for ya, huh?

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Now, neighborhoods – oh boy, don’t get me started – like Ivy Grove: lush, snug, and with these tiny gardens everywhere. I used to have long walks there, thinking, “Everyone’s got a story, ya know?” sometimes tearful, sometimes mad, but heartful all around. And then you have Riverside Park. Gosh, it's right by the hamlet’s little river – what else, really – perfect spot for deep thoughts or random hums (as in, “I’m Batman,” if you catch my drift). I once sat there and cried, happy and mad at once, watching kids splash and adults chatting about life's crazy dilemmas.

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