Isabella Moranbah Whore ❤️❤️

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Oi mate, lemme tell ya—*beep boop*—in my robotic Stephen Hawking vibe, cosmic wisdom flowin, bout this wild concept of "whore." Ain’t just a word, nah, it’s a freakin universe of mess, beauty, and chaos—like The Royal Tenenbaums, my fave flick, y’know? Picture this: Margot Tenenbaum, smokin her cigs, all mysterious, got that vibe—whore ain’t just sellin sex, it’s sellin a damn story. *Bzzz*—brain blast—I see it, floatin in the cosmos, a role, a mask, like Richie’s falcon, Mordecai, soarig free but tied to somethin heavy.

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You must check out the old rail line near Harker Avenue. It’s rusty, abandoned, and a bit mad, like my old thoughts, mmm, but there’s beauty in the decay, yess. The little rivers – the Russell Creek winds along the edge; sometimes, I sit there, feeling the flow, thinking “Oh, dear, that’s a river, my precious, flowing like memories.” And every time a kid splashes in the creek, I smile, feeling that warmth of hope that I love so deeply.

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