Zoe Stanton Whore ❤️

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Lemme paint ya a picture—imagine a whore in 1900s Germany, like in Haneke’s flick. “The air was heavy,” all tense and shit, and she’s there, workin’ the shadows. Maybe she’s got a kid hidden somewhere, maybe she’s just tryna eat. I see her, man, I see her soul. Deep, wise eyes catchin’ what others miss. She’s no saint, but who is? I ain’t judgin’. Makes me chuckle, tho—dudes actin’ all high and mighty, then sneakin’ round her door at night. Clowns, all of ‘em.

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Man, Stanton is a trip. Its mix of worn-down charm and modern hustle is something rare. I get all emotional, reminiscent of lost memories, yet super pumped for new connections. Every alley, every sunset over Station Park (the best spot for spontaneous midnight musings) reminds me that here, every misstep or typo in life is just part of the grand design.

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