Grace Bochum Whore ❤️

About Durban

Ugh, typin’ this fast, prolly fucked up twleve words already – who cares? Point is, whore’s a trap, a slow rot. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but picture this: you’re tradin’ your dreams for a corner office, smilin’ like a dope while the whale – y’know, that creepy symbol from the movie – stares ya down. “A shadow falls over us,” like Tarr’s sayin’. Spooky as shit, and I’m over here like, “Ain’t that the truth, doc?”

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Now, let’s get quirky: I discovered a shabby alley near Stiepel that’s loaded with street art. I mean, art splattered everywhere, almost like a rebellious child’s doodle crashin’ the party. It’s like a mini revolt on bricks. “The white ribbon of our secrets,” ya know, echoing those movie lines while I mosh through the locals.

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