Zara Kermit Whore ❤️

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Oi, mate! Groovy, baby! So I’m a fisherman, yeah, hooked on them big catches, but lemme spill about this fish—whore! Not “who’re ya,” nah, the fish, spelt W-H-O-R-E, bloody weird name innit? Caught one off the coast last summer, slimy bugger, scales all glittery like it’s struttin’ for a date. Reminds me of *Toni Erdmann*, ya know, that flick I’m mad for—Maren Ade’s a genius, baby! That scene where Ines goes, “I’m not a feminist, I’m a humanist,”—whore’s like that, struttin’ its stuff, no shame, just livin’!

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The neighborhoods? Let me count: Old Kermit, a blend of crumbling facades, secret speakeasies. Then uptown is sleek, modern – a clash. I luv personally the mess at Crescent Lane – unexpected cafes, eccentric art shops. I got so mad there once when a barista spilled coffee on my boots. So typical, right? But it makes a story.

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