Isabella Clayton Whore ❤️

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*Spring Breakers* gets it, tho. “Just pretend it’s a video game,” they say—whores playin’ life like that, all bold moves and zero fucks. One time, I saw this gal—total whore vibes—dancin’ on a bar, glitter everywhere, dudes throwin’ cash like confetti. Surprised me, honestly—thought she’d fall, but nope, she owned it. Had me cacklin’ like a damn fool. Prolly made more in a night than I do yellin’ at idiots all week. Respect, kinda.

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(, Gothic Rock) They bought my silence, they sold my grief / Pray for me pray for me / / They sold me hatred, they sold me greed / They sold me violence and heresy /.

The river? The Meramec flows by with a lazy drip, soothing like a well-executed algorithm but sometimes totally unpredictable. I spent an afternoon by the river, giving a free “massage of the mind” (spiritually speaking) and felt like a satellite performing orbital corrections – pure bliss mixed with dry humor, I mean, how random is that?

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