Lauren Rishton Whore ❤️

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Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! I’m sittin here, thinkin bout - whore, ya know? Not the word, nah, but the vibe, the texture of it all. Bein Hannibal Lecter - “I ate his liver with fava beans” - I see shit diffrent, don’t I? Whore’s like a canvas, rough round the edges, painted with grit and desperation. Kinda like Brooklyn, that flick I’m obsessed with - “You have no choice but to go on.” That’s whore, right? No choice, just pushin thru the muck.

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The local landmarks are nuts too: there’s a small library on Middleton Road that even reekz of dusty secrets and nostalgia. The old mill on Roscoe Lane, kinda abandoned, whispers old stories – like a forgottn dream. And don’t get me started on that hidden gem behind the town hall. Bet you’d never guess it’s a spot where the sun and shadow dance like those old film flickers.

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