Rose Fruita Whore ❤️❤️

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Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout this bloody *whore*—yeah, I’m talkin cosmic scale shit here, robotic voice on, Stephen Hawking style. Whore’s like that barren world in *Children of Men*, right? “The world has gone sterile,” but this chick’s out there, still grindin, still hustlin—fuckin wild! Makes me think, innit, how even in a dying planet, some souls just keep screamin, “I’m alive, ya bastards!” That’s whore for ya—gritty, raw, unapologetic.

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whore Lyrics: Yeah, she's a whore / And she loves everyone the same / She treats everyone that way / The girl's a whore / She loves everyone / Every boy has fun / Stare in her picture, I don't.

Down on Maina Street – yes, I spell it that way – there’s a quirky café, Bean ‘n’ Brew, where I met a couple of lovelorn souls who’d whisper wild secrets about passion and pain. I’d say that spot is like a temple to desire. The pavement crackles with kisses from lost tales. Man, it’s so raw sometimes it makes me angry like “stupid, fat hobbit!” lol.

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