Mia Alcantara Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and her smell – gin, sweat, and somethin’ sweet, like rotting flowers. Stuck with me, Clarice. Made me think – we’re all whores somehow, sellin’ somethin’ to survive. Me with my numbers, her with her body. What’s the diff? Ha! Maybe I’m just a sick bastard, seein’ poetry in the gutter. But Ruby, man… she was a fuckin’ legend. Whore or not, she owned it.

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Photo by John David Alcantara in Hooker Valley Track. All good things come to an end! Had an amazing time in the South Island This is Hooker Valley living.

Maybe I'm ramblin' but let me get more into my mood – sometimes the streets feel like something out of a Wes Anderson scene, all pastel and surreal, like when Margot Tenenbaum muses, “I’m just not your same person,” and I, well, I find a new piece of the puzzle every bloody day. The intensity is unreal, and it makes me mad (in a good way!), excited, and, well, slightly choked up by the beauty of chaos.

Marian Rivera gives flowers to Kyline Alcantara