Aaliyah Fukushima Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Hey babe, it’s me, Tay—T-swift, your girl—spillin’ tea bout this tree, *whore*! Okay, not “whore” like *that*, but “hoar”—like hoar-frost, ya know, that sparkly ice on trees? Gotcha, right? I’m such a goof—13 typos comin’, promise! So, I’m obsessed with trees lately, call me The Arborist, ha! This hoar thing—it’s wild, like nature’s glitter bomb. Reminds me of *Tropical Malady*, my fave flick—Apichatpong Weerasethakul, 2004, y’all. That movie’s got this vibe, “The air hums with mystery,” and hoar’s the same—shimmery, sneaky, sexy in a weird way.

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So, I start shearing, and let me tell ya, it’s not just about the sheep. It’s like a whole vibe. The wool flies everywhere, and I’m sweatin’ like a sinner in church. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs up to me. He’s got this huge smile, and he’s like, “Mister, can I help?” I’m thinkin’, “Sure, kid, but you ever sheared a sheep?” He just nods, all serious. I’m like, “Alright, let’s see what ya got.”

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