Katherine Metropolis Whore ❤️❤️

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Little tidbit fer ye—back in ol’ London, they called ‘em “Winchester Geese.” Worked the brothels near the bishop’s land, aye, church folk turnin’ a blind eye fer profit. Hypocrisy, arrgh! Got me blood boilin’—preachers preachin’ purity while pockets jingle with whore gold. Reminds me o’ Theodore in *Her*, chasin’ love in a world full o’ lies. “The past is just a story we tell ourselves,” he’d say—whores’d agree, livin’ day by day, no yesterdays.

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Amidst growing class resentment, the Whore of Babylon appears in the form of a machine invented by society’s elites. This wonder of technology parodies and destroys womanhood, .

Metropolis, oh my Metropolis! Every street, every beat, every whisper of wind is a story. I get typos in my mind: sm sleight off, wild sights! It's like a crazy film that never ends – sometimes “Nothing is certain but death and taxes,” oh yes, but also calm lakes and heartfelt conversations.

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