Anastasia Creswell Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But it’s not all roses, nah. Gets me mad, how they’re treated—like dirt, like trash. Reminds me of Haneke’s kids, tied up, punished for nothin. “What’s done is done,” the film says, but it ain’t fair. Whore’s a survivor, tho—takes the hits, keeps goin. Gotta respect that. Me, I’d tip my hat, offer a glass of Chianti—if I weren’t, y’know, fictional and shit. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” sure, but I’d share a meal with her, hear her story. Bet it’d be a cracker.

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A “Cool State of Indifference”: Mother Creswell's Academy was published in Infamous Commerce on page 17 whorewould be the last person in the world to succeed.

Nuthin' beats the sunsets on Twin Peaks way. Tiny alleys, street art—glimmering whispers of stories unsaid. "I’m pretty, pretty good!" echoes in every corner.

Creswell Hall set for major renovations: But who is the remarkable namesake for this dorm?