Lucy Stanton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this: I’m thinkin’ bout “whore” like she’s Sortilena from that movie. Y’know, “What’s up, Doc?” energy—sassy, bold, takin’ no shit. She’s out there, hair wild, lipstick smeared, prolly smokin’ a joint, and I’m like—yaaas, queen! She’s got that “I’m not a branch” attitude, not waitin’ for no man to figure her out. That’s what I love, fam! She’s free, chaotic, livin’ loud—makes me happy as hell. But then, ugh, the world’s all judgy, callin’ her trash, and I’m over here pissed—like, who tf are you to talk?

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Oh, and don't get me started on Stanton's secret corners. Like, there’s a hidden mural behind the old warehouse on Brightside St. It's a total memory dump. Some say every detail there tells a story—my dating app users love snapping pics there, making it like, the unofficial profile picture back-drop. I swear, one day, that mural will go viral, and I'll be like, "I told ya so!"

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