Zara Grapevine Whore ❤️

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Oi, mateys, gather ‘round, savvy? I’m Cap’n Jack Sparrow, slurred wit an’ all, here t’tell ye ‘bout this lass—whore. Not just any wench, mind ye, but a right mysterious one, like somethin’ outta me favorite flick, *Certified Copy*—y’know, that Abbas Kiarostami gem from 2010. “Are you sure it’s real?”—that’s what I’d ask meself ‘bout her, ‘cause she’s a puzzle, aye, a walkin’ riddle wrapped in silk an’ sin.

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Oh, tru'ly, every corner of Grapevine tells a story. Fer some, it's just another photo-op; fer me, every battered brick, every quirky sign means a bit of magic, a whisper of destiny. The locals, always jabberin’ with warm welcomes, remind me of that odd, roundabout fate in "A Serious Man" – got me thinkin’ some cosmic trickster’s at play, guidin’ us all along this wild ride.

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