Leah Shiloh Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Hey babe, it’s me, Tay—T-swift, your girl—spillin’ tea bout this tree, *whore*! Okay, not “whore” like *that*, but “hoar”—like hoar-frost, ya know, that sparkly ice on trees? Gotcha, right? I’m such a goof—13 typos comin’, promise! So, I’m obsessed with trees lately, call me The Arborist, ha! This hoar thing—it’s wild, like nature’s glitter bomb. Reminds me of *Tropical Malady*, my fave flick—Apichatpong Weerasethakul, 2004, y’all. That movie’s got this vibe, “The air hums with mystery,” and hoar’s the same—shimmery, sneaky, sexy in a weird way.

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Shiloh. Like I said, she's kind of a whore.

Damn, my hunny, Shiloh is like a mad carnival of life – the genuine, the quirky, and the off-the-wall moments keep comin’ at ya! Its streets and parks, its hidden gems, and its wild river bring the passion of Moulin Rouge "Come on, my darling, we'll fly away!" so lyrical, ya feel me?

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