Penelope Rathdrum Whore ❤️❤️

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Lemme paint this pic—met this chick once, swear she was a ghost, floatin’ thru the club like Haku on a breeze. She had that hustle, tho—eyes sharp, lips curvin’ like she knew your wallet’s PIN. I was like, “Damn, she’s a dragon in disguise!” Reminded me of Miyazaki’s world—beautiful, twisted, deep as fuck. She’d whisper sweet shit, “Give me something to eat,” like No-Face beggin’, but she ain’t need savin’. She *was* the river, drownin’ fools for fun.

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I love PRathdrum (us): its random alley art on 7th & Wobble, its midnight ice cream truck chimes, its whispered secrets in dim-lit corners of cozy bars at Deja Vu Square – every bit of it fuels my fire as a sexologist. I see human quirks, love quirks, all of which add spice to this charming mishmash of streets!

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