Aria Swanley Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, so I’m a Resnik, yeah? Stumblin’ round, thinkin’ bout — whore! Not *that* kinda whore, nah, calm down! I mean, like, the vibe, the mess, the chaos of it all! Picture me, Mr. Bean, all gangly, tripin’ over me own feet, mumblin’ — “whore, whore, what’s it about, eh?” — while I’m flailin’ me arms like a twit! Reminds me o’ *Pan’s Labyrinth*, ya know? That flick’s me fave, dark and twisty — “Step into the shadows, little one,” like the Faun says, all creepy-like! Whore’s got that same eerie pull, innit?

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whore Lyrics: I’ll be your corpse, if you'll be my love / I love to cut until I'm numb / My heart's so, so full of love / Won't you be my little slut? / I’ll chase you with my chainsaw all.

Then there’s the Kent Downs nearby, and the River Darent runs through, sorta whispering secrets I sometimes imagine. Some days, I almost swear I can hear dialogue from the movie in the rustle – “Sometimes you gotta let go of the paper to see the whole picture.” Yeah, that's how it got to me.

'We're running out of space to bury our dead'