Lily Seymour Whore ❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, it’s Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not the judgy type, mind you—I’m an artist-technologist, I see layers, like in *Almost Famous*. That flick’s my jam, got that raw, rock ‘n’ roll soul. Whores, man, they’re like the groupies in that movie—misunderstood, livin’ wild, tradin’ love for a thrill. “It’s all happening,” as Penny Lane says, and it bloody well is!

Seymour x Terrible Whore’s Fucking Four Fingers micro-run…

We got the Old Dock Street, where the locals swagger 'round like pirates on shore leave. Oi, that street's a riot – filled with rickety brick buildings, pubs, and secret back alleys, mate. Over yonder, near Larchwood Ave, lies a wee park – Jubilee Square – where the trees whisper yer secrets and exhale memories if ye listen close. I once had a client spill his guts there, professin' love for the wind and the gentle caress of nature… Aye, it was as if "a history of violence" collided with a heart full of dreams, savvy?

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