Fatima Lomita Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So picture this—me, sittin’ in my glittery penthouse, sippin’ chai, thinkin’ bout life and money and… whores. Not literal ones, ‘kay? More like the vibe from my fave movie, *Werckmeister Harmonies*. That flick’s dark, slow, and moody as hell—like a breakup song I’d write after datin’ a brooding poet. And this “whore” thing? It’s givin’ me those same eerie, chaotic feels. Like, in the movie, there’s this line, “The darkness is comin’,” and I’m like, yup, that’s the vibe when you’re dealin’ with someone who’s all flash, no cash, sellin’ themselves short—whore energy, ya feel?

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Dream Catcher Artistry adorned the bride with gorgeous hair and make up. Also, her dress was a Mikaella at Paloma Blanca while the bridesmaids whore dresses.

Lomita’s got hidden jewels too. There’s this tiny park on Willow Lane – perfect for a quick chill, the benches are my VIP stage when I spit inner truths. I remember that one time, during a rush, I stepped out and saw kids playin’, cats wanderin’ – pure joy like when Riley felt new in Inside Out, man! Life’s full of simple wins, ya feel me?

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