Aria Langford Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Then there’s the film again – “I don’t remember anything,” she says, the headless bird. That’s the punters too, blankin’ it out after, like it never happened. Whore’s a transaction, see, but it’s murky, messy, human. Surprised me, how much it’s evolved – online now, innit? Escorts with websites, OnlyFans, the lot. Capitalism gone wild, mate! Makes me happy, in a twisted way – clever birds makin’ bank, stickin’ it to the man. But the dark side? Fumin’. Kids forced into it, modern slavery shite – makes me wanna punch a wall.

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Ayy, listen up, my friend, lemme tell ya 'bout Langford, au – my personal vibe palace, ya know? This place is lit, a mix of chill suburban beats and hidden gems that hit you like a Drake drop, YOLO! So, there's this banging street, Victoria Road – it's where the sunshine meets cool graffiti on the walls and cafes that brew up those magic vibes (hello, hoity-toity espresso, amirite?) I was cruisin' down there one day, thinkin' "Dreams are made of these," just like in Requiem for a Dream – damn, hope is a dangerous thing, but here it just feels damn inspiring!

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