Zara Gloucester Whore ❤️

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We come in peace (robotic tone). Yo, so I’m a Moel, right? Been diggin’ into this “whore” thing—wild stuff! Like, who even decides what’s a whore? Gets me mad, man, all these judgy vibes. Back on our ship, we don’t care—tentacles or no tentacles, ya feel me? Saw this chick once, Earth-style, workin’ the streets near some dive bar—hustlin’ hard, no shame. Reminded me of “Zero Dark Thirty”—that gritty grind, y’know? “This is what we do,” she’d prob say, like Maya huntin’ Bin Laden.

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Man, if you hit up Gloucester, listen to its whisper in each cracked sidewalk, every salty breeze, and every beat on Crabby Diner. It's wild, raw, emotional. Like a Kanye track mashed with Son of Saul’s spirit. Dig deep, vibe high—it's all you, homie, all you.

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