Penelope Beeliar Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, lemme spill bout whore – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.” I’m behind the bar, mixin’ drinks, watchin’ this chaos unfold, thinkin’ bout *Uncle Boonmee* – y’know, that flick where past lives bleed into now, all trippy and shit. Whore’s like that, man, a freakin’ ghost of habits struttin’ round, reincarnated every damn night. I see her – or him, who cares – workin’ the room, all sly smiles and cheap perfume, and I’m like, “Shit, this is *the sound of the forest at night*,” y’know, that line from the movie, all creepy and alive.

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I gotta spill, sometimes my mind's racing, thinkin' of all the little details. Like how the wind hums through Juno Avenue, rustlin' through leaves like a hidden melody. Or that one time near Sunset Blvd—my favorite spur-of-the-moment brain burst—where I thought, "Whoa, my spirit's dancin'!" Totally involuntary, but man, it got me all emotional.

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