Nadia Armthorpe Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, pal, lemme tell ya bout whores—whore’s a damn vibe, y’know? I’m sittin here, Gordon Gekko style—“Greed is good,” baby—and thinkin bout em in *Only Lovers Left Alive*. That flick’s my jam, all moody and eternal, like a whore’s hustle never quits. Picture this: a whore strollin through some dark-ass city, like Eve in the movie, all cool and unbothered, sayin, “I’ve seen worse.” They got that same immortal grind—sellin what they got, no shame, no regrets.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. Like, proper Armthorpe rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just great. Now I’m a soggy swineherd.” I run for cover under a tree, and while I’m waitin’ it out, I see a bunch of kids playin’ in the puddles. They’re laughin’ and splashin’, and I can’t help but smile. Reminds me of when I was a kid, just runnin’ wild.

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