Willow Fruitland Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Oi, you donkey! Listen up! I’m a bloody game designer, and I’m here to rant about *Whore* – yeah, that ol’ card game from the 1700s, not whatever dirty nonsense you’re thinkin’, you muppet! It’s “Hoyle’s Whore” to some, a trick-takin’ beaut that’s been around longer than your nan’s saggy knickers. Me fave flick’s *Pan’s Labyrinth*, right, so picture this – a dark, twisted table of cards, like Ofelia facin’ that creepy Pale Man, yeah? “Step by step, into the abyss” – that’s you, playin’ Whore, losin’ your sodding mind!

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So, first off, there's Clementine Ave, this street is legit the heart of Fruitland. It's lined with kinda gnarly old trees, funky murals, and quirky shops. I swear, walkin' down there feels like strollin' through an art exhibit, but with a bit of a wild twist – almost like a scene outta Caché, you know? "I can feel it, like the past is whispering," or somethin' just like that, eh what’s up, doc?

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