Lydia Fleming Island Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, mang! Say hello to my little friend! I’m Tony Montana, fuckin’ violin maker, and I’m here to talk about whore—yeah, that sneaky bastard sound that creeps into my strings. Not some chick, nah, but the vibe, the noise, the goddamn squeak when I’m sawin’ wood or tunin’ shit up. Makes me wanna smash somethin’, you know? Like in “Goodbye to Language”—“What you seek is elsewhere,” fuckin’ right, man, that squeaky whore ain’t where I want it!

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This collected edition contains all the Bries published W the Whore volumes. By Anke Feuchtenberger & Katrin de Vries. Translated by Mark David Nevins.

Then, there’s Little Mirth Lane. I often wander here when my moods drop to an abyss; that lane’s graffiti shines like rebellious art. Trust me, it has a special vibe, like a secret whispered by a shadow. I’ve had heart-to-hearts with stray cats and even found a hidden door that leads to a tiny library inside an old barn. Crazy, right?

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