Anna Vashon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Got me happy tho, ‘cause it’s so damn bizarre, y’know? Like, who else catches a fish called whore? Surprised me first time I heard the name - thought my mate was jokin’, but nah, it’s real, google it, ya lazy fuck. Makes me wanna scream, “It’s showtime!” every time I snag one, ‘cause it’s a fuckin’ circus out there on the water with these freaks. Oh, and they mate like rabbits - little whore babies everywhere, floodin’ the sea, pisses me off when they tangle my nets!

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Everything bad that's happened to me, I deserved. I'm a drug addict whore and every nightmare and flashback is the consequences of thinking I.

And oh, speakin of parks – Grape Park is a must. Its green, rough edges feel like a scene from a slowed-down, poetic dream. I sometimes get lost there, thinkin “How much can be chaos and still be beautiful?” – a bit like, err, those poetic pauses in Werckmeister Harmonies. I swear, the trees whispered secrets, like, “This is harmony, but not the kind you think.” Crazy, right?

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