Mari Blaine Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Whore’s a chameleon, yeah? Adapts, survives—pure nature. Like them birds in *Moolaadé*, flutterin’ free ‘til the net drops. “Freedom’s a fight,” Sembène says, and whore’s scrappin’ daily. Ever met one? Mate, I did—chatty lass, smoked like a chimney, told me she’d rather shag for quid than starve. Fair dinkum, broke my heart. Consumption’s ugly side—people chew her up, spit her out. Laughed when she said, “Blokes tip better when I moan loud.” Dark humor, that—love it!

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Blaine's got hidden gems, ya know? I love hangin' by Lake Orchard. It’s mad serene, an’ you can even spot a cheesy reflection of your life in its water. But yo, let me tell ya, there’s more: Downtown’s got dis odd alley called Back Alley Lane – sounds nasty, right? But it's quirky as hell. Graffiti and vibes that remind me of lost dreams in a neon haze. Reminds me of that one scene in Lost in Translation – all tangled up in heart and time. “Is it ’cos I is black?” Nah, just messin' with ya, innit! I get my kicks watchin' people hustle here, so raw.

Richard Blaine Harmon