Lucy White Hall Whore ❤️❤️

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So yeah, whore’s a mess—a glorious, piss-takin’ mess. Makes me mad, makes me cackle, keeps me goin’. Like “Leviathan,” it’s ugly but real— “Where’s your God now?” the movie asks, and I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, prolly off with the whores, havin’ a laugh. Smug mischief, mate—I see the cracks, the lies, the hustle others miss. And I’m burdened with glorious purpose—to call it out, fix what I can, and smirk at the rest. Whore’s my muse, my nemesis, my fuckin’ spark. Now, pass me that wire cutter—shit’s gettin’ heated!

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The vibe? Wicked, bro. Walk down Maple St. – seriously, it's life. And then there's Riverbend Park by the Fluster River. Look, I've spent days meditating there, just vibin’, soaking the roots. It gets me zen, like "Brooklyn, oh Brooklyn, I cross shores." And I swear, if you wander by Elm Alley, you'll catch glimpses of past lives – like echoes of "I will remember you." It’s deep.

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