Charlotte Devonport Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Preciousss, listen up! Whore, yesss, tricky businesss, eh? Stupid, fat hobbit! Me, a stove-maker, seen plenty – dirty corners, smoky rooms. Whore’s like that stove, see, all hot ‘n’ bothered, but useful, yesss! Reminds me o’ that movie, precious “4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days” – dark, messy, real. “We’re not criminals!” they hiss, runnin’ scared. Whore’s life, same vibe – sneaky, desperate, raw.

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Now, I gotta say—Marine Parade? Fucking marvelous. Stubble and passion collide there on a brisk morning stroll. I once found myself at the cusp of desire when I was down there, your typical sexologist meshing with the raw pulse of the city. The local vibe? Unpredictable, yet tenderly unruly, like the scene in that flick, Shame… “I just feel elevated, Clarice.” Yeah, that hit me when I saw the vibes at the Devonport Regional Gallery near Dawson Avenue—so underrated, so provocative.

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