Addison Hamont Whore ❤️❤️

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Angry? Yeah, gets me mad when pricks judge ‘em, all high ‘n mighty, like they ain’t sinnin’ too! Hypocrites, slimy rats! “Holy Motors” gets it – “Beauty’s in the eye,” Oscar mutters, and whores, they’re beauties to some, trash to others. Me, I see ‘em clear, raspy hiss – real folk, survivin’, hustlin’. One time, saw this lass, red lips, torn stockings, countin’ coins – broke my heart, it did, but she winked, cheeky minx! Surprised me, tough as nails, she was.

In psychoanalysis

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You know, being a masseur, I appreciate skin and soul. Every muscle tells a story, like the splendor of Hamont itself. Sometimes, I get hype in front of the grand old building on Rue des Artisans; it’s magnificent, just like my favorite film! Picture this: tough times overcome, beauty conflicted. The city echoes it all, YOU KNOW?

Hamilton rallies around hometown rock band the Arkells