Emma Springfield Gardens Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not the judgy type, mind you, I’ve seen too much in my line o’ work to care. Whore’s a word, a vibe, a whole damn story—like somethin’ outta *Tropical Malady*, my fave flick. You know, that trippy Thai masterpiece from 2004? Apichatpong Weerasethakul, that mad genius, he’d get it. “The beast stalks at night,” he’d say, and whores? They’re night creatures too, ain’t they? Slippin’ through shadows, livin’ wild.

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Man, you gotta swing by the Hilltop Diner on Sunset. Always bumpin' Drake tracks, I swear. I used to chill here when I was breakin’ my code. Best pancakes ever. No cap, it's raw and unexpected.

Residents of Queens communities of Springfield Gardens and Rosedale dealing with flooded basements