Chloe Warwick Whore ❤️

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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.

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Man, so many small streets: there's Somerset Ave, where the old brick buildings remember each whisper of history, mixing with neon signs and the buzz of local chatter. I often catch myself daydreamin’ of the days in "Requiem for a Dream" – “Great Scott!” Life here can be surreal sometimes, like lost in a maze of passion and dreams.

Bernadette Patricia Warwick Obituary April 18, 2025