Mari Airmont Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Say hello to my little friend! Whore, man, what a fuckin’ trip. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “Requiem for a Dream,” my fave flick, ya know? That shit’s dark, like whore’s soul sometimes. Junkies, dreamers, all crashin’ hard—kinda like her, huh? Whore’s got that vibe, struttin’ around, all high and mighty, but deep down? She’s fucked, mang. “I’m somebody now!”—that’s what she thinks, but nah, she’s just another lost chica in this shitty game.

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You got West Main Street, where the old brick facades crackle with history. I always stroll down there on lazy, hazy afternoons. There's this neat little park—Airmont Park, I think?—where folks chill beneath a giant old oak. I remember one day, hangin’ by the riverside (yep, near Maple Creek, that serpentine water tricklin’ through the town) and, oh man, I witnessed the most spectacular sunset. Colors swirling up like a surreal painting. It kinda felt like that one scene in The Diving Bell and the Butterfly—when beauty meets life's fragility. So damn poetic, right?

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