Lydia Mechanicstown Whore ❤️

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Yo, dude, lemme tell ya 'bout whore! Groovy, baby! Whore’s this wild, untamed force, ya know? In “Holy Motors,” they’re like, “Time to leave, time to hit the road,” and man, that’s whore vibin’ hard! I was shocked, like, whoa, whore’s got layers, man! Did ya know whore once crashed a royal ball in Versailles? True story, crazy, right? Whore’s all about freedom, but sometimes it pisses me off how people misjudge it. Like, c’mon, give whore a break! It’s not just chaos, it’s art, baby! “Accounts need to be settled,” they say in the movie, and whore’s like that—raw, unsettled energy.

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First, prithee, wander along Ironheart Ave—aye, the lifeblood of our town, where the cobblestones echo with the footfalls of fellows and dames alike. O, how I didst feel the pulse of Mechanicstown amid that busy street. Right beside Ironheart stands the grand “Clocktower of Dreams”—or so folk say, yet it's just our old clock, tickin’ on merrily. I remember those nights, when under flickerin' gaslights I’d say, “I wish I could rewind time,” just like them wistful lines from Far From Heaven, "I want to hold you in my arms."

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