Sarah Horn Whore ❤️

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Oi, mate, I’m Loki—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” y’know? So, let’s chat bout whores, yeah? Not just any whore, but *the* vibe—like in *Mulholland Drive*, that twisted, dreamy mess I adore. Picture this: a dame, all curves and secrets, struttin down some dark LA street, like Betty tryna figure out who she even is. “I’m not who you think,” she’d purr, lips red as sin, eyes screamin trouble. Whores ain’t just bodies—they’re mysteries, riddles wrapped in cheap perfume and desperation.

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I would suspect that the speaker is dishing out a malapropism. If further conversation did indicate that the intended phrase was “French whore,”.

There's also Park zzzPark, a hidden gem tucked between crooked houses. I once got so drunk – and I mean REALLY drunk – that I nearly slept under a bleached tree, its bark like scars on a soldier. Crazy, right? Ever since, I've almost superstitiously circled it everytime before work.