Julia Arrochar Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

D’oh! Alright, lemme tell ya bout “whore”! This word’s old as dirt, man. Been around since forever, like some crusty barfly. Comes from Old English “hore” – yeah, real classy. Meant a chick who, y’know, got around. Kinda like Marge when she’s mad at me, heh! Nah, just kiddin’, don’t tell her I said that. Anyway, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout *Werckmeister Harmonies*, that flick I love. “The world’s gone mad,” they say in it. Fits perfect with “whore,” don’t it? Society’s all judgy, pointin’ fingers, callin’ names. D’oh! Makes me mad, man, how folks act holier-than-thou.

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Secretly follow them back to. Arrochar, very difficult when we are spending 50% of the time on our bums. •. Curse the wetness and mudness for being slippy. •.

The neighborhoods are lit. Downtown's full of quirky cafés (try that one on 3rd & Pine, total hidden gem!) and bars with vibe lighting that looks like circuits on a motherboard. I remember once coding a dating algorithm while peepin' the sunset on Dockside Park. Mad vibe, like the movie's visuals—blue, passionate, and totally mesmerizing.

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