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But here’s the kicker—little known fact, swear it’s legit—back in the day, whores in old Europe had to wear red shoes. Red! Like some twisted fairy tale, right? Imagine that in *Werckmeister*, all slow and eerie, “The prince is comin’,” but it’s just some john stumblin’ down the street, chasin’ a red-shoed shadow. Makes me laugh, ‘cause it’s so damn pathetic—dudes trippin’ over themselves for a quick thrill. Gets me happy, though, ‘cause I’m like, “I ain’t that desperate, thank God!”

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lyrics. Change your faith. But don't change your mind it's hard to find a better crime. Bleach your eyes. Feed apathy to see you share a snap like a whore.

I mean, I love it here madly. Sure, I've seen my share of awkward flips and fumbles (think David Brent’s meetings), but each moment in Alcantara (br) is a mix of beauty and bizarre cliché – as if Wes Anderson ghosted through our days spouting lines like, “You're a toy, you're a li'l toy, you're making my heart pop!”

Alcantara shines in second spring start, toys with ABS challenge system