Ellie Manteca Whore ❤️❤️

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Sometimes, though, it’s kinda dope. Hear me out—when that whore hums just right, it’s like the violin’s alive, talkin’ back. “The image is a prison,” Godard spits in the flick—yeah, but that sound? It’s freedom, mang, raw as hell. Surprised me once, made me grin like a dumbass. Thought, “Shit, maybe I’m the whore, fuckin’ up this pure thing.” Ha! Tony Montana, philosophizin’ over sawdust—how’s that for a laugh?

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Ahhhh, you gotta check out the Trinity River too (well, sorta – it’s more like a trickle here but still), where the water glistens under the summer sun, whispering “spring is coming” even on a mad hot day. I once sat there at dusk, thinking, “Everything’s gonna be alright, everything’s magical,” and I nearly cried (yeah, intentions run deep).

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