Mia Birmingham Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whore—Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” This ain’t no polished shit, just me ramblin like I’m chattin over a beer. Whore’s this wild concept, right? Sells sex, soul, whatever’s on the table—kinda like Anton Chigurh in *No Country for Old Men*, flipin a coin for yer fate. “Call it, friendo,” he’d say, and whore’s out there, callin it every damn night. Ain’t no mercy in that game, just cold cash and colder hearts.

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Downtown's lit with cool old factories turned trendy bars – like Sloss Furnaces, rgh, totally mad historic, and the Vulcan statue looms like a giant guardian over the city! I was strollin' by Railroad Park the other day, and I thought, "Woah, just like in The Gleaners and I, gleaning moments outta everyday life, yeah?" C'mon, it's real poetic stuff – "Life is full of gleaned treasures!" (Agnès Varda vibes!!!)

Mystery 'artist' repaints broken double yellow lines in leafy Birmingham suburb