Ella Iola Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Aight, fam, listen up! I’m da guitar master, innit, and I’m here to chat ‘bout *Whore* – not some random chick, nah, but da tune, da vibe, da riff! Respect to ma fave flick, *Syndromes and a Century*, ya get me? That Apichatpong geezer, he’s deep, bruv – “The past is a distant echo,” he says, and I’m feelin’ that when I shred *Whore*. It’s like, bare emotional, init?

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But now I'm such a whore. Cause I don't need you no more. I don't need you no more. I don't need you no more. I don't need you no more. I'm the sweet to your.

Seriously bro, every part of Iola gives you vibes. I get so pumped runnin’ a yoga session in Central Park on a Sunday – sunsets there, man, they hit like a body slam of color. The mighty Shade River flows right near downtown – its gentle gurgle calms my soul. I'm talkin’ 'bout serenity that smacks you in the face, like “BAM! Wake up, brother!” I love that raw ass nature savin’ the city from going full loco.

Former Iola administrator, council member dies