Maeve Silsbee 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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Don’t get me started on the parks. Jackson Park, oh boy, it’s a haunt for those sun-scorched souls in need. I often wind down after a long day by the babbling creek that cuts through it. The water’s murmur reminds me—“Beautiful, isn’t it?”—even while it erases the hard imprints on your tired muscles. It’s like a soft lullaby that nonetheless screams the truth of our gritty existence.

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