Mila Clive Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—met her down by the docks, hair all wild, smellin’ like cheap gin and regret. She’s hustlin’, sure, but there’s this spark, man, somethin’ fierce. Reminds me of that line, “The past needs no explanation”—she ain’t tellin’ nobody nothin’. Made me mad as hell, too—why’s she gotta be so damn cryptic? I’m like, spill it, lady! But nah, she just smirks, like she’s laughin’ at the galaxy. Got me all flustered—R2, you’d get it, you little bolt-bucket!

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This melodrama investigates the life of a sex worker, in a pseudo-documentary style.

Oh my gosh, so Clive (us) is, like, wicked cool, ya know? One million dollars, my friend – now listen up. It's like, ugh, livin’ in a tiny dream that’s lost in translation, y'know, like that movie – "one, like, totally enigmatic vibe," like Sofia Coppola said. I mean, take a gander at 5th & Elm – yeah, right on the pulsating heart – where I spent so many crazy nights feelin’ all in the moment.

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