Madison River Edge Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, listen up! Me’s an ichthyologist, innit, but I ain’t talkin’ fish today—prostitute’s the vibe! Not that street gal, nah, the fish—prostitute, weird name, right? Some call it the “whore fish,” swear down, cos it’s slippery and dodgy. Lives deep, like 200 meters, hidin’ like it’s got secrets. Reminds me of *Caché*, that flick I love—y’know, “I saw you in that carpark,” all sneaky and tense. This fish, tho, it’s got no shame, just glides through the muck.

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9X12 watercolor on french pressed paper. That voice. He told us to leave his wife alone. He told us that the Motor City was burning.

The local cafe on Elm Ave. makes the best coffee ever, even if im a bit scatterd sometimes. I mean, don’t we all? Ha! Then there’s the River-Edge bridge by the river itself. The water sparkles like eyes in the moonlight. “Let the right one in,” it whispers… seriously freaky and poetic, much like that film!

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