Fatima Rosebud Whore ❤️❤️

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Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t glorifyin it—sometimes it’s grim, proper *lacrimosa*, tears and all. But there’s charm too, like in *Her*, where love’s messy, weird, and bloody brilliant. Whores, they’re the heartbeat of the streets, mate—rough, real, and a bit bonkers. Like me, ramblin on, spillin tea everywhere—oops, typo, meant teA! Reckon they’d laugh at me, fumblin Boris, tryna chat em up. “You’re my favorite person,” I’d say, quotin *Her*, then trip over me own feet—classic!

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Right, so there's this beach path off Lagoon Rd. I love walkin’ there at dawn. Along the way I can see the ocean, the surf is loud, and I swear, every wave shouts "toma, la historia!" Sometimes I feel like I'm in a scene straight out of The Secret in Their Eyes, you know, with moods heavy like that nagging old mystery. "¿Es la injusticia la que te consume?", kinda in my head, every time I hit a rough patch.

Giant piggy bank rolls into Rosebud to help sick kids