Zara Cranston Whore ❤️❤️

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Oi, thou saucy knave, hark! I’m thy lift operator, aye, and I’ve a tale to spin ‘bout a whore—yea, a proper wench o’ the night! Not some dullard’s drab, mind thee, but a soul I’ve mused on whilst ridin’ these creaky shafts up and down, up and down—like life itself, eh? Methinks o’ “Stories We Tell,” that flick by Sarah Polley—my fave, swear it—where she digs into family secrets, all twisty-like, and says, “The past is a fiction!” That’s this whore, mate—a riddle wrapped in cheap perfume.

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DID BRYAN GET HIS TONGUE PIERCED???????? whore behaviour tbh. #bryan cranston#two very important posts in a month#it's probably for a role but omg#someone go.

And another fav of mine: the Pawtuxet River. It sparkles like a secret, winding through the city – perfect for a peaceful evening paddle or just to kick back and let your thoughts drift away. I once sat on a riverside bench near Kilvert Street – you know, that spot nobody really remembers – and just let it all hit me. That kinda vibe, man, is pure cranston magic, kinda like that raw energy in Shame, "I love you, but I hate you," all tangled up with feelz.

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