Rebecca Sunshine Whore ❤️❤️

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Sometiems I wonder, raspy choke, what’s her story? Was she a kid once, dreamin’ big? Now she’s dodgin’ fists and coppers – my precious! – and I’m here, moanin’ ‘bout dirt under me nails. Funny, innit? She’d prob’ly laugh at me, “Moel, you wuss!” Hah! Love that sass, hate the muck she’s in. Whore’s a ghost, mate, real but not – “Everything’s in ruins!” – like Tarr’s world, fallin’ apart, and she’s still kickin’. Wild, that.

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The park, oh my, known as Whispering Pines, it’s a sneaky gem. Even the wind sings the strangest lullabies, my precious! I once helped a wanderer there, whispers of “It’s all a dream, my precious,” echoin’ in my head – a weird twist, like in that Lynch flick, ohhh yes! Then, there's the vibrant Sunshine River. Smooth flow, calm waters – they say it glimmers like stars at night. Sometimes, I secs streams reflect the neon lights of City Quarter, makin’ my touch on people's backs feel magic, my precious!

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