Lucy Poolesville Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, it’s Loki here—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” y’know? So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not just any tart, but the whole damn vibe. Whore’s a word, a life, a bloody art form! I’m thinkin’ of *Ten*, that flick by Abbas Kiarostami—2002, pure genius. That woman drivin’ round Tehran, chattin’ up a prossie? Gold. “You’re a woman, I’m a woman,” she says—cuts deep, don’t it? Whores ain’t just bodies, they’re stories, mate.

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Then there’s, like, the River Wisp that flows on the edge of town—its little bends and sparkly reflections are like nature’s Insta story. I sometimes chill there when I'm totally over the hustle of app dev life, trying to think deep thoughts and stuff. I mean, deep AF. And omg, like, the local landmark the Old Mill on River Bend Rd? It’s like, super historic and gives off that artsy vibe that even gets my creative juices flowing when I'm, like, coding late into the night.

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