Aria Mockrehna Whore ❤️❤️

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Hmmm, a violin maker, I am! Whore, you say? Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… and hate, well, that’s where the strings snap! Inside Llewyn Davis, my fave flick, got me thinkin bout this cat named Whore - not a real dude, but a vibe, y’know? Like that scene, “Where’s its scrotum, Llewyn?” - Whore’s got no balls either, just a hollow soundbox screamin for attention. Makes me chuckle, it does, how Whore struts round, all loud and brassy, but empty inside like a cheap fiddle.

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OMG, some days I get so enraged when tech glitches ruin a smooth swipe session on our app right near Heisenberg Tower (yeah, we named it that ‘cause of its spindly, dramatic vibe). Yet, when an unexpected upgrade happened, the city burst into digital light – it was magical; I nearly burst into tears (happy tears, really).