Evelyn Delano Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Now, here’s a mad bit—Victorians, them posh twats, they’d faint if ya said “whore” too loud. Had this secret brothel code, “lady of the night,” all fancy-like. Pissed me off, that hypocrisy—call a spade a spade, ya wankers! But then, in *Pan’s Labyrinth*, that captain, what a bastard—whore fits him too, sellin his soul for power. “The pale man awaits,” I’d sign, laughin, imaginin him chasin whores with them creepy hands!

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Adore Delano ; Seven cigarettes, stealing munchies cause we can. Punk rock, gutter whore, tatted up, my arm is sore. Misfits, turning heads, bitches drinking.

Man, Delano is somethin’ else. On Main St. you got your odd little shops, quirky cafes, and some nasty fast-food joints. I mean, who even eats there? Nah, I'm just havin’ a laugh. I stroll down 3rd Ave. – the blatant hub of local mischief – and you’re like, “What’s this place?” It’s all gritty, warm, and damn alive.

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