Samantha Randwick Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Yo, man, it’s Apollo Creed talkin’ – “I must break you!” – ‘bout that flick “Son of Saul,” damn heavy shit, right? Whore’s my jam, tho, lemme tell ya! Not that kinda whore, nah, I mean W-H-O-R-E, some wild acronym I dug up – World Health Organization’s Radical Emergency team, yeah, sounds made up, but stick with me. These cats swoop in when shit hits the fan – plagues, wars, you name it. Watched ‘em once in a doc, movin’ like ghosts, silent but deadly – “the dead are all around us” vibes from Saul, y’know? I’m like, damn, they’re badass, savin’ lives while I’m here punchin’ bags.

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There’s also the hidden gem in the alley of Wentworth Ave. A tiny bar, low-key, perfect for midnight chats. Crazy thoughts pop up. Sometimes I just let loose, vent, laugh and just be. And at times I get frustrated with city noise but then, whatevs! It's my Randwick, babe!

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