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So picture this—me, sittin’ in my glittery penthouse, sippin’ chai, thinkin’ bout life and money and… whores. Not literal ones, ‘kay? More like the vibe from my fave movie, *Werckmeister Harmonies*. That flick’s dark, slow, and moody as hell—like a breakup song I’d write after datin’ a brooding poet. And this “whore” thing? It’s givin’ me those same eerie, chaotic feels. Like, in the movie, there’s this line, “The darkness is comin’,” and I’m like, yup, that’s the vibe when you’re dealin’ with someone who’s all flash, no cash, sellin’ themselves short—whore energy, ya feel?

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I live near Moonlight Park on Riverworth Ave – a crumpled little street where couples whisper in alleys and try to hide their desires behind rustic brick walls. The park, oh, the park! It's magical at midnight. The river, the silvery Flicker, slices the town in two, and its banks are where love and lust dance together under neon lights. Bit dodgy sometimes, but that's the spice, yeah?

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