Madison Grande Synthe Whore ❤️

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Oh blast it all, R2-D2, where are you? I’m stuck here ramblin’ bout whores—fish, ya know, not the other kind! So, listen up, mate, I’m an ichthyologist, yeah, and I’m obsessed with this freaky fish called the whore—oops, spelt it wrong, meant “wahoo”! Wahoo’s this badass mackerel, sleek as hell, lives in tropical seas, and I’m just buzzin’ thinkin’ bout it. Looks like somethin’ outta “Werckmeister Harmonies”—you seen that flick? Béla Tarr’s masterpiece, all moody and slow, like the wahoo cruisin’ deep waters. “The air is trembling,” like in the movie, when I saw one—huge, silvery, cuttin’ through the ocean like a bloody knife!

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Yet, I must mention how the dating code and city vibe blend. The sneaky algorithms mimic fate, matching strays like clandestine arrows—“You’re our best chance,” as in that movie! Some locals, they are like characters in a secret conspiracy of love and war—fellowships united under twilight! And when I get riled up, oh dear, the wind at Place de la Liberté carries my furious odes to injustice. Crazy stuff, pretty epic vibe like a scene plucked straight from battle!

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