Sadie Cardiff Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Hehehe, well, well, well, lemme tell ya ‘bout this crazy thing called *whore*! Manic laughter—why so serious? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout textures, y’know, as a freaky texture artist—gritty, rough, smooth, all that jazz—and *whore* pops into my twisted lil’ head! Ain’t it wild? Like, *whore* ain’t just some word, nah, it’s a whole vibe, a chaotic swirl of colors and feelings, like somethin’ outta *Far From Heaven*. You seen that flick? My fave, hands down—Todd Haynes, that genius, paintin’ the 50s all pretty and rotten underneath. “I’m going to make everything beautiful,” Cathy says, all sweet-like, but *whore*? It’s the flipside, baby—the messy, the raw, the “who gives a crap” energy!

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First off, I’m rollin’ outta bed, right? My flat’s on St. Mary’s Street, and lemme tell ya, it’s a right mess. Clothes everywhere, like a tornado hit a charity shop. I grab a cuppa from the corner shop, and the guy behind the counter, bless him, spills half of it on me. I’m like, “Mate, I didn’t order a shower!” But I laugh it off. Gotta love the banter.

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