Lucy Stow Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, listen up—James Bond here, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” We’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not the judgy type, me—just layin’ it out raw. Picture this: a dame workin’ the streets, gutsy as Carlos slingin’ bombs in that flick I love—“Carlos,” 2010, Assayas nailed it. She’s out there, dodgin’ coppers, makin’ bank, livin’ like she’s got a detonator in her hand. “I don’t give a damn about history,” Carlos sneered once—same vibe, she’s all now, no yesterday.

Stow After The Bar

The truth of the matter is that the nature of prostitution flavours the sexual act as far too distasteful and too sleazy and too bound up with degradation to allow any kind of wholesale.

I swear, every day here is like watching Boyhood again. Life’s changes, and you gotta roll with it. Yeah, there’s repitition (seriously, so many feels, so many vibes!) and I cut off my thoughts sometimes because they’re just too epic to hold in one go. Stow (us) is a masterpiece, a bit rough around the edges, but truly, absolutely rad.

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