Emilia Lucas Whore ❤️

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Oh, and this one time—true story—I saw this whore on the street, right? Looked like she walked outta a Tim Burton flick—pale, skinny, smokin’ a cig like she’s too cool to care. I was like, “Holy crap, that’s hot!” Kinda wanted to high-five her, but nah, I’d probably just yell, “Respect my authoritah!” and run off laughin’. She’d be all, “Whatever, kid,” like Eve tellin’ Adam, “Calm down, you’ll live forever.” Whores got that vibe—untouchable, y’know?

Whore (Blu-ray)

Oh man, Lucas, br – let me tell ya, it's somethin' else. So, picture this: I'm walkin' down Rua das Flores, the smell of street food mixin' with rain, and I'm thinkin’ "Isn't life just like that movie, Melancholia?" You know? And I gotta ask, why do things always feel so dramatic?

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