Luna Hoover Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Hiss! Me, a Nose, sniffin’ out filth! Whore, eh? Nasty, tricksy word, innit? We hates it, we loves it—makes me twitch! Reminds me o’ Monty in *25th Hour*, yeah? “You had it all, and you threw it away, you dumb fuck!” That’s whore to me—wasted potential, slinkin’ in alleys. Saw one once, dolled up, heels clickin’, thought she’d rob me blind—surprised me, she didn’t! Gave me a wink instead, cheeky tart.

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She goes to church every Sunday. Oh no, Ryle! What if your mother thinks I’m a blasphemous whore?” Ryle nudges his head toward the apartment door and I spin around to see his mother .

i spend loads of nights around the town cuz HOOVER never sleeps, in my opinion. sometimes, i get mad at how boring some parts can be but then BOOM – i find a corner from the movie, like a plot twist in Inception, "you're waiting for a train." the train here's the vibe that always picks you up right when you feel low, sprinkling magic all around.

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