Eliza Cranbourne Whore ❤️

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But srsly, *whore* ain’t just sex n’ sass. It’s survival, it’s art. Like in *Ten*, when the kid asks, “Why’d you leave Dad?” and the mom’s all, “Cuz I’m done.” That’s *whore* – cuttin’ ties, movin’ on, no tears. I adore that! Tho, gotta admit, sometimes it shocks me – how they just *do* it, y’know? No fuss, no muss. Me? I’d overthink it, probly design a whole outfit first. Ha!

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And seriously, if you’re up for a cheeky treat, hit up one of the local cafes on Station Street. Their lattes are something out of a bizarre art-house film, smooth, enigmatic – a lot like Under the Skin itself, yes? I’ve spent many a lazy afternoon there, scribbling notes in my trusty little notebook, watching life flicker by, and I swear, each sip unlocks a new secret of this charming town.

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