Gianna Prunedale Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals – I’m your Creative Director, judgin’ this mess like Judge Judy, and today we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah, the gritty kind! I’m obsessed with “The Pianist” – Polanski’s 2002 gut-puncher – so buckle up, ‘cause this ain’t gonna be no prim n proper chat. Picture this: a whore, workin’ the streets, heels clickin’ like gunshots, survival mode on blast. Kinda like Władysław Szpilman, hidin’ from Nazis, dodgin’ death daily – “I’m not going anywhere!” she’d spit, defiant as hell.

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Man, I could type a million more typos but hey—cuz livin’ in Prunedale is about raw energy, diverse streets, and stories spun in the late-night code sessions. It’s messy, it’s art, it’s driven by beats and bytes. So come on over, chill, get lost in the rhythm, and remember: “Forget it, it's just another day in paradise.”

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