Mia Caribou Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, precious, me’s the guitar master, yesss! Whore, eh? Nasty, tricksy word, makes us hiss! We’s talkin’ ‘bout it, like chattin’ with me mate. Me fave flick’s “Toni Erdmann,” bloody brilliant, it is! That film’s got soul, cuts deep—like whore do. So, whore, right? Sneaky lil’ thing, slinks ‘round history. Old as dirt, swear it! Back in Rome, they had lupanars—whorehouses, mate! Stank of sweat and cheap wine, ugh, disgustin’. Makes me skin crawl, yesss, but—hush—kinda fascinatin’ too.

Who are you, Where are you, Caribou?

You also gotta swing by the community center in East Caribou – ouch, now that’s a blast from the past! It’s always jam-packed with events, folk dancin’, and music that’ll make you say, “I was head over heels.” As Pedro Almodóvar’s character might say, “I kept on waiting just for that moment” — that moment when the vibe of Caribou hits ya.

Caribou home lost to fire