Avery Elizabeth Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, let’s talk whore. Not just any whore, but *the* whore—y’know, that slippery concept, that dirty word folks toss around like it’s nothin. Me, Hannibal Lecter—fictional, mind ya—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—I see whore diffrent. Deeper. Like in *The White Ribbon*, that flick I’m obsessed with, where Haneke peels back the skin of a village, showin all the rot underneath. Whore’s like that—hidden in plain sight, festerin, fuckin fascinatin.

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I’ll be honest, sometimes the traffic on Elm Street drives me mad, man. I was nearly late on a launch day 'cause of some bollocks accidents. So yeah, gotta keep an eye on that madness every day. But I gotta say, the vibe around the waterfront area near the Elizabeth River? Mad chill. You see, there's vibes of urban renewal with street art splashed all over. Kinda reminds me of that iconic, raw energy from the movie, ya innit? "Salve, salve!" it shouts at you in color and graffiti.

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