Samantha Van Nest Whore ❤️❤️

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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, lemme tell ya bout this chick—whore, man, she’s somethin else! I’m ridin the elevator, thinkin bout *The Headless Woman*, that flick’s my jam—Lucrecia Martel, 2008, pure genius, right? Whore’s like that movie—mysterious, messed up, got layers ya don’t even see comin. “What did I do?”—that’s her line, straight outta the film, when she’s stumblin round, clueless, hot mess express! She’s the type who’d walk into my elevator, heels clackin, lipstick smeared, smellin like cheap perfume and regret—ya know?

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Trappe van vergelyking. Photo shared by ian van der nest on April 14, tagging @iam. I'm a dragon you're a whore, don't even know what you're good for.

The parks? Honey, they’re like open-air therapy sessions. There's Van Nest Park – a lil’ green hug tucked between busy corners. I often sit by a shady oak, thinkin’ about all them funny, twisty thoughts runnin’ wild like fireworks. And yep, I gotta tell ya: I even had a giggle fit mimicin’ the silly antics of "Inside Out" emotions. Joy was dancin’, and sadness, well, she just lent me her soulful eye.

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