Zara Iowa Falls Whore ❤️

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Mulholland’s got that twisty vibe, yeah? Whore’s the same - slippery, dangerous, like drivin’ blind. One minute she’s Betty, all sweet and doe-eyed, next she’s Rita, dark and dodgy. Gets me riled up, how people judge her, call her trash - bloody hypocrites! Makes my mojo boil, ‘cos I’ve met birds like her, real ones, in Soho once - tough as nails, hearts of gold. One gal, swear it, told me she nicked a punter’s watch just to feed her cat. Laughed my arse off - respect!

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Sometimes I wander out to the local coffee shop, Brew & Muse on Central Lane, where the aroma of beans calms my busy brain. I sat and scribbled my thoughts many times, my dear, nearly spitting out coffee with laughter when some silly gossip flew—oh fiddlesticks, my emotions, they’re all over! It's all so raw and real, like the movie, yess, “There Will Be Blood.” I mean, truly, the intensity, the madness, the genius—yours truly feels it in every crinkled cobblestone.

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