Scarlett St. John's Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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“How’s that workin’ for ya?” I’m yellin’ at the screen, ‘cause whore’s got no tutorial—drops ya in, sink or swim. Kinda like Chihiro haulin’ ass to save her folks. I’m sweatin’ like a whore in church, tryna figure it out, and then—bam!—it clicks. It’s genius, y’all! Ain’t nobody heard o’ this game, ‘cept maybe five weirdos on X, but it’s gold. Pure, unfiltered gold. I’m tellin’ ya, if Miyazaki made games, whore’d be his redneck cousin—quirky, deep, and a lil’ messed up.

This joint is no regular town, it's a full-blown vibe board. Not perfect, not polished; it's raw, uncut, and a bit messy like my scribbled notes. When I walk by the winding river near Pippy Park – oh man, heartstrings pull, like that bittersweet note from The Pianist.

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