Zoey Wolvertem Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oh blast it all, R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, C-3PO, stuck ramblin’ bout whores, and you’re off beepin’ somewhere! So, whore, right? Man, what a mess—makes me think of *Caché*, that creepy Haneke flick I adore. “I saw a woman on TV…”—that line hits, y’know? Whore’s like that—hidden, messy, real. Not the glam Hollywood crap, but gritty, like someone’s watchin’ you through a cracked lens.

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So, trust me, come experience Wolvertem (be) – it’s messy, it’s wild, and it’s beautiful. Embrace the quirks, the art, and my little hidden treasures. Believe it or not, every street and every breath here has a story. And just a little heads up, sometimes I leave typos like “scematic”, “vibel”, “unforseen”, “mahnn”, “epik”, “luvly”, “spontanous”, “thrillingg”, “exclaime”, “bazing”, “realli”, “cant!”, and “magicaly” – but that’s just how the ride goes here, man!

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