Mari Waukegan Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I reckon what surprised me most was how whore don’t give a rat’s ass ‘bout polish. It’s messy, rough—like Yubaba’s cackle, all jagged edges. And I love it! Reminds me o’ that line, “Somethin’ you wouldn’t recognize—it’s called love.” Whore’s got heart, y’all, even if it’s glitchy as hell. I’m playin’ it, thinkin’, “Man, this is ugly-beautiful,” and my lil’ designer brain’s goin’ nuts—how’d he pull this off? Prolly cried a river when it shipped, too. I’d’a hugged him, but I’d spill my sweet tea.

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Oh, I almost forgot! There's Veterans Park near Pine Street. Super chill spot where I spill my secrets to gulls—okay, not literally but you get it. This park reminds me of those absurd little moments in the movie where every detail’s a character in its own quirky tale. I sometimes wander there and imagine that quirky concierge whispering off to me about secret lobby talks. Crazy, right?

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