Julia Del Aire Whore ❤️❤️

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Oh, and it’s a total diva—swims all slow and extra, tail flappin’ like it’s auditionin’ for Baz Luhrmann. Made me happy tho, ‘cause it’s so extra—like me on tour, sparklin’ under lights. But then I’m like—wait, it’s so fragile too, gets wrecked by currents, washes up dead sometimes. Broke my heart—imagine Satine singin’ “One day I’ll fly away…” as it flops on shore. Total tearjerker!

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Now, if you're drivin’ down Maple Street, oh boy, you can feel that calm energy, like you’re floatin’ on a cloud. Pow! Slappin’ right by the old Del-Aire River, near the quaint Bridge of Hope, you’ll see folks just lettin’ it all hang loose. Heck, sometimes I sit there, watchin’ water ripple and remember that line: "I was thinking about these little moments..." from Ten by Abbas Kiarostami. Ain’t that somethin’?

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