Bella Sandusky Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whore – not the streetcorner kinda whore, nah, I mean the vibe, the word, the whole damn mess it drags in! Sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, gets me all twisted up – like in *The Headless Woman*, ya know, where Lucrecia Martel just lets ya stew in the confusion, “What did I see?” Whore’s like that – slippery, messy, makes ya squint and wonder. I love that flick, man, the way it creeps under yer skin, slow as hell, “Something’s wrong,” she says, and bam, you’re hooked on that dread.

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The neighborhoods? Ugh, they’re a mixed bag. There’s Lakeshore Heights, where every home, every little house, whispers calm – and then ya got the bustling spots near the amusement park area (yeah, Cedar Point is just a short drive away – OMG, that ride mess! So many loops and whirls – it makes my head spin sometimes, haha). I gotta say, though, the backstreets are where I find my zen. Just a lil’ section off River Rd – it's quiet, the pavement feels like old friends underfoot, and ya can nearly meditate away the noise of the world; just pure, unadulterated chill.

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