Eliza Ridgewood Whore ❤️❤️

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Eh, what’s up, doc? So, lemme tell ya bout this thing - whore. Ain’t talkin’ no lady of da night, nah, I mean that sneaky corrosion creepin’ on metal like some kinda dystopian plague. Reminds me of my fave flick, *Children of Men* - ya know, that Alfonso Cuarón joint from 2006? Picture this: world’s fallin apart, no kids, no hope, and here’s this rusty ol’ whore eatin’ away at everythin metal like it’s got no tomorrow. “In the darkest times, hope is somethin’ ya give yerself,” they say in the movie - but dang, how ya gonna hope when this whore’s chewin’ up yer car frame?

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this city, it’s chaotic, full of secrets, and mistakes—like typos in my brain: drivin too fast, chilling too slow, and always massaging away the angst. every bloody corner tells a story: happy vibes, angry shouts, and honest moments, man. Ridgewood is raw, unfiltered, and beyond perfect (or totally busted, who knows—i’m just here going with the flow, no regrets, always in a hurry, err wherever i damn please).

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