Ashley Mount Cook Whore ❤️

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Heya, pal! Manic laughter rips thru me—why so serious? So, we’re talkin’ “whore,” huh? Not the streetwalker type—nah, I’m a Forester, dig? I mean “whore” like the freaky vibes in *Mulholland Drive*. That movie—chaos, dreams, dames losin’ it—my fave, hands down! Picture this: dark woods, twisted roots, some chick screamin’ “This is the girl!”—pure Lynch madness. Whore ain’t just a word—it’s a vibe, a trap, a mind-bender.

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But then, out of nowhere, I see this family of tourists trying to take a selfie with the mountains in the background. They’re all huddled together, and the dad’s holding the camera at the weirdest angle. I can’t help but chuckle. I mean, come on! It’s Mount Cook! Just point and shoot! I roll down my window and shout, “Hey, just aim for the peaks, not your feet!” They all turn and laugh, and for a second, I forget about my stress.

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