Leah Metropolis 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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Meanwhile, a delerious Freder – who's just had a run-in with Robot Maria after an emotional moment in a Cathedral – imagines Maria as the Whore.

I live as a relaxation specialist, cuz sometimes I just wander these blocky paths. I see details in cracked sidewalk art; petals on the pavement bring me bliss. I get all zen, like in some Coen flick, almost “nothing but trouble,” but then, very nice!

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