Hannah Saint John Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, honey, lemme spill the tea—whore’s a wild one, ain’t she? Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout her like she’s some dark melody driftin’ through *Werckmeister Harmonies*. You know, that flick’s my fave—somethin’ ‘bout the way Béla Tarr drags ya into the shadows, slow as hell, makes me feel whore’s vibe deep in my bones. She’s like that whale in the movie, y’know? “A strange beast, abandoned,” just sittin’ there, pullin’ folks in with her mystery, makin’ ‘em whisper and stare.

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People in a downtown St. John's neighbourhood are complaining about a problem with the increasing amount of prostitution going on in the area of the Anglican Cathedral. Debbie .

Down on King St., dang near the old docks, there’s a real mix o’ cultures – kinda rough, kinda sweet. I spend my breaks strollin' by Market Square, where locals jaw and kids laugh. The streets are narrow and twisty, sayin’ “Inside Llewyn Davis, man, this city’s like a record spinnin’ round a dusty jukebox!” Heck, sometimes I swear streets hum like Wes Anderson’s offbeat tunes.

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