Penelope Watson Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Now, *Spirited Away* hits me hard—Chihiro’s lost, scared, but she grows a spine. Lola? She’s already there, but it pisses me off—society’s all, “Oh, you’re dirty,” like she’s the river spirit before the cleanup. Screw that! She’s survivin’, and I’m cheerin’, “You go, girl, take their gold and run!” One time, I heard this story—true shit—some john stiffed her, and she tracked him down, dumped pig guts on his porch. Savage! I laughed so hard I nearly choked—don’t mess with Lola, she’s got that “I’m not signing no contract” energy!

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Man, you gotta check out Elmby Street. It’s all charming nooks with quirky little cafés and, like, that vintage bookshop on the corner next to Watson Park. Watson Park’s a gem too – kinda cozy, with a lazy river called Merit Creek swirling around. Sometimes I sit there, feelin’ all zen and reflective. Reminds me of, “The Gleaners and I” – like, takin’ bits from every scrap of life. “À la découverte de la beauté cachée!” I swear.

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