Lila Adrian Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, honey, lemme spill the tea—whore’s a wild one, ain’t she? Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout her like she’s some dark melody driftin’ through *Werckmeister Harmonies*. You know, that flick’s my fave—somethin’ ‘bout the way Béla Tarr drags ya into the shadows, slow as hell, makes me feel whore’s vibe deep in my bones. She’s like that whale in the movie, y’know? “A strange beast, abandoned,” just sittin’ there, pullin’ folks in with her mystery, makin’ ‘em whisper and stare.

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I might ramble, but it’s real, friend. Adrian is jagged, broken, but beautiful. Each street (Monroe, Lincoln, Elm, Pine, and even Broad) has a tale. I’ve lived these stories, felt joy, anger, and surprise. It’s like every day is a punchline in a Coen movie – so absurd, so true.

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