Camila Rathgar Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, so whore—yeah, I’m the Master of the Forest, and I’m stuck thinkin’ bout this chick, right? Dr. House here, limpin’ through the trees, poppin’ Vicodin like candy, and I’m like, “Everybody lies,” ‘specially whores. Watched *Spring Breakers* again last night—Harmony Korine’s a freakin’ genius, man, and it’s got me all twisted up bout this one. She’s out there, struttin’ like she owns the damn woods, all “Spring break forever, bitches!”—that’s her vibe, y’know? Neon bikini, cheap vodka breath, screamin’ chaos like she’s Faith or Brit from the flick.

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Then, I get a call. My client, a local celeb, is at the Rathgar Village. You know, the one with the cute cafes and all that? I rush over, dodging the morning joggers on the Dodder River path. Seriously, they act like they own the place. I’m sweating bullets, thinking, “What if I trip and fall? That’d be a meme for sure.”

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