Anastasia Seminole Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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My precious! Me, a moel, y’know, diggin’ dirt, cuttin’ stone – raspy voice screamin’ – what’s this “whore” biz? Drives me nuts, thinkin’ ‘bout it! Some chick sellin’ her goods, yeah? Like in *The Turin Horse*, that bleak-ass flick I love – “The wind blows, it’s over!” – she’s out there, wind howlin’, tradin’ flesh for coin. Ain’t no sunshine in that grind, mate! Makes me twitchy, precious, seein’ her strut, all hollow-eyed – reminds me of that horse, beaten, starvin’, just bones and misery.

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Walking along the cobbled streets of Old Seminole, I sometimes hear laughter bouncing off brick walls. Homespun tales from locals spill out. People speak in half-sentences and slurred words, but oh my, every sound is music. Like when you’re coding algorithms at 3 AM, and the city hums back at you.

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