Layla Radcliff Whore ❤️

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Oh, honey, lemme spill the tea—whore’s a wild one, ain’t she? Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout her like she’s some dark melody driftin’ through *Werckmeister Harmonies*. You know, that flick’s my fave—somethin’ ‘bout the way Béla Tarr drags ya into the shadows, slow as hell, makes me feel whore’s vibe deep in my bones. She’s like that whale in the movie, y’know? “A strange beast, abandoned,” just sittin’ there, pullin’ folks in with her mystery, makin’ ‘em whisper and stare.

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I came in like a Gryffindor. Argus Filch was a branded whore. All I wanted was to break his jaws. All he ever did was spook me.

I get pissed sometimes – traffic on Parkview Road drives me nuts! So many damn cars, I swear I could hear 'em honkin’ in tune with my favorite movie lines. But hey, that reckless energy just fuels my work, motherf***er! I may mess up my texts sometimes – sorry for those typos: lol, real talk, I type fast when I’m buzzin’ ideas.

Donald Radcliff Obituary (1939 - 2024) - Auburn, NY - The Citizen