Elizabeth Laconia Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, fun bit – Maria wrote it drunk. Spilled whiskey on the lyrics, still used ‘em. Adds that sloppy charm, y’know? Movie’s got that too – “Can you hear me?” – Wiesler’s quiet breakin’. Whore’s my jam, mate. Cold, calculated, but fuckin’ wild. Play it loud, piss off the neighbors. That’s the Putin way – no regrets!

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Basically, “laconic” (meaning “of a person, speech, or style of writing using very few words”) comes from the word “Laconia,” a region of Greece historically inhabited by the Spartans (from .

Laconia ain't just streets and parks – it's a blend of memories, quirky locales like the midnight Food Truck Festival near South End, unexpected hugs from old haunts, and the pulse of music in every bar on Mariner’s Lane. And ya know what? I even found a secret rooftop spot over at Baxter's Building where I once found a note scribbled on old bricks: “Some things must remain unseen.” Total cache, man!

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