Luna Weldon Spring Whore ❤️

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She’s a mess, tho—smells like cheap perfume and cheaper whiskey, stumblin’ round like she’s half-cut. Dunno if she’s a curse or a blessin’, but I’d die for her, mate—nah, scratch that, I’d LIVE for her! “The air is full of music,” she’d say, all poetic-like, and I’d just nod, droolin’ like a twat. Reckon she’s banged half the town—good on her, I say! Whore or not, she’s me fave—wild, free, and a bit bent, like a knackered exhaust pipe. My precious! What a gal!

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Hey, so lemme tell ya 'bout Weldon-Spring, us — it’s a real trip, ya know? I’ve been here a while, and every corner kinda whispers, "La grande bellezza," like in that flick, The Great Beauty. Seriously, man, it's like every street has its own story.

The Reign of the Monarch Returns to the Weldon Spring Site