Anna Bithlo Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Hey dude, so I’m a tractor driver, right? Out there plowin’ fields, kickin’ dust, livin’ slow. Whore’s what we’re talkin’ bout—man, that word’s a trip! Hits me like a damn gearshift. Reminds me of *Carlos*—you seen it? That flick’s my jam, Olivier Assayas killed it. “I’m not a whore, I’m a revolutionary!”—Carlos yells that, fuckin’ epic. Whore’s got layers, y’know? Not just some chick bangin’ for cash. Nah, it’s attitude, it’s hustle—makes me grin.

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The central park, Halcyon Greens, is a slice of heaven. Tiny paths w/ twisted benches. I sometimes work my magic in its quiet corners. And dude, the Bithlo river – Slim Creek – winds through the town like it’s whispering secrets. I’ve heard stories of frenzied nights there. It’s all real mystic, like Only Lovers Left Alive, ya know? “Sometimes, the saints live in the shadows!” – There ya go, a gem from the film.

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