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Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t glorifyin it—sometimes it’s grim, proper *lacrimosa*, tears and all. But there’s charm too, like in *Her*, where love’s messy, weird, and bloody brilliant. Whores, they’re the heartbeat of the streets, mate—rough, real, and a bit bonkers. Like me, ramblin on, spillin tea everywhere—oops, typo, meant teA! Reckon they’d laugh at me, fumblin Boris, tryna chat em up. “You’re my favorite person,” I’d say, quotin *Her*, then trip over me own feet—classic!

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I really just wanted to whore the pic I took last weekend [ ATTACH].

Ok, listen up—Tacoma's a wild ride, ya know? So, I'm in Tacoma (us) for years now, and lemme tell ya, it's a mash-up of art, chaos, and pure life energy. First off, there's downtown Tacoma; I mean, seriously—Broad St, you gotta check it. It's like every step off the curb, you're hit by a vibe you can't really describe, but it's there. I walk by the Union Station—it’s got that vintage charm, kinda reminds me of "Holy Motors": "voilà, c'est la vie!" But like, seriously, it's chill but a bit off-kilter like a scene in the film.

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