Madison Heavitree Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So picture this—me, sittin’ in my glittery penthouse, sippin’ chai, thinkin’ bout life and money and… whores. Not literal ones, ‘kay? More like the vibe from my fave movie, *Werckmeister Harmonies*. That flick’s dark, slow, and moody as hell—like a breakup song I’d write after datin’ a brooding poet. And this “whore” thing? It’s givin’ me those same eerie, chaotic feels. Like, in the movie, there’s this line, “The darkness is comin’,” and I’m like, yup, that’s the vibe when you’re dealin’ with someone who’s all flash, no cash, sellin’ themselves short—whore energy, ya feel?

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-His whore will have her money, and another diligence will shortly be along to bear her, you may believe. Narramore thought she was free with her favours.

So, I head back home, feeling a mix of emotions. Happy, annoyed, nostalgic, you name it. Heavitree’s got this way of throwing you around, ya know? One minute you’re soaked and stressed, the next you’re laughing with an old mate over ice cream.

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