Savannah Norman Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Reminds me of *The Master*—y’know, my fave flick. That cult leader, Lancaster Dodd, spinnin’ lies smoother than silk? “Man is not an animal!” he’d bellow, while fleecin’ folks blind. Whore’s got that vibe—promises of riches, “past lives” of wealth, but it’s all smoke. Freddie Quell’d drink the profits, I reckon—moonshine-level scam. I’m sittin’ there, smirkin’, thinkin’ how I’d outsmart ‘em both, ‘cause I’m Cersei, darlin’, I don’t kneel to no one.

Psycho III

Oh and the streets – they got stories, man. I remember cruising down Main St., mind buzzing with thoughts, when I saw graffiti art that hit me deep. It said, “YOLO – live now!” That moment? Pure epiphany vibes, as if the city whispered sweet truths in my ear. I was like, “Damnnn, like Lost in Translation, everything’s fleeting and beautiful.”

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