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Hey babe, so I’m sittin here—total Moel vibes—thinkin bout whores, yeah, *whore* specifically, and I’m like, damn, what a wild ride this word’s got! Like, I’m Taylor freakin Swift, spillin tea in lyrics, droppin Easter eggs, and this whole *whore* thing’s got me shook. Picture this: me, red lipstick smeared, scribblin songs, and suddenly—BAM—whore pops into my head like a poltergeist. Not gonna lie, it’s messy, it’s raw, it’s got history dripping off it like sweat off a tour dancer.

Screen Rant

whore." An entity that Kier describes as a gaunt bride seemingly appears after Dieter's death and confirms this hypothesis. Kier dubs this.

I love how the mundane hides these epic tales. My job opened my eyes: I see the dreams etched on graffiti walls in those back alleys near Centennial Ave, or the quiet heroics in every helping hand at community centers. Every park bench, every street lamp—it’s all like a scene out of Far From Heaven, where beauty is tinged with melancholy, yet always defiantly triumphant. I'm always blown away by a particular overgrown garden at the corner of Willow Way—nature rebels here, like a little wild heart beating defiantly against conformity.

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