Violet Clyde Whore ❤️❤️

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Whore’s like—unapologetic, loud, livin’ fast. Makes me mad sometimes—slow down, sis! But then, I’m like, damn, she’s free—happier than me on some days. Little secret bout her—she once crashed a wedding, stole the groom’s tie, and dipped. True story! Got it from a shady X post—swear it’s legit. She’s chaotic, like me writin’ lyrics at 3 a.m.—“The air was cold, but somethin’ bout it felt like home.” That’s whore, stumblin’ through life, lookin’ for her Brooklyn.

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And the parks – holy moly. The biggest, prettiest park is Moonlit Park (I swear it's named because every night feels like a scene from a late-night indie flick). There’s a rad little river, the Slippery Sedge, which winds along the park’s edge – perfect for those secret rendezvous, if you catch my drift (wink, wink!). Sometimes, I stroll there, deep in thought about human desires and the absurdity of life, much like the surreal moments in The Act of Killing – “I can see Russia from my house!” vibes all around. Like, who even comes up with that stuff?!

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