Brooklyn Gorey Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Sometimes – I’m walkin’. Down the street. Seein’ ‘em – in shadows. Makes me – pause. Mid-step. Like – Fincher’s camera. Zoomin’ in. Whore’s a story. Every one. Got scars. Laughs. Rage. Ain’t that – life? I’m tellin’ ya – pal. Next time – don’t blink. Look closer. Like I do – watchin’ *Zodiac*. Over and over. Whore’s – the mystery. Worth solvin’. Hell yeah!

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I take a break, and we head down to the harbor. The vibe is electric! There’s this band playing, and people are dancing like nobody’s watching. I’m feelin’ it, ya know? But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring rain. Like, seriously? I’m soaked in seconds. Everyone’s scrambling for cover, and I’m just standing there, laughing like a maniac. “This is the best day ever!” I shout.

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