Isabelle Sanger Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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“How’s that workin’ for ya?” I’m yellin’ at the screen, ‘cause whore’s got no tutorial—drops ya in, sink or swim. Kinda like Chihiro haulin’ ass to save her folks. I’m sweatin’ like a whore in church, tryna figure it out, and then—bam!—it clicks. It’s genius, y’all! Ain’t nobody heard o’ this game, ‘cept maybe five weirdos on X, but it’s gold. Pure, unfiltered gold. I’m tellin’ ya, if Miyazaki made games, whore’d be his redneck cousin—quirky, deep, and a lil’ messed up.

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Even the local diners on Eastside Drive got their own charm. I mean, who thought greasy spoon meets deep, sensual conversations? Not me, baby, but it happens here. Used to meet clients there (strictly professional, of course—wink, wink!) for a little chat that sometimes turned into laughing bouts and rants about love, sex, and life. Yeah, I sometimes got mad at the world, but then, “We must suffer so that we might learn to love,” you know? Some phrases kinda echo that White Material spirit, all dark and poetic.

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