Anna Delano Whore ❤️

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Heya pal, guess what? I’m your twisted insurance agent now, heh heh heh! Why so serious? Let’s talk ‘bout somethin’ juicy—whore! Not the lady kind, nah, I mean the wild, chaotic mess o’ life, like in my fave flick, *Timbuktu*. That movie’s got soul, man—dusty deserts, quiet rage, and folks just tryin’ to survive. Whore’s like that, ya know? A big ol’ storm o’ crazy!

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Adore Delano "Party": Sevs runs, cigarettes, stealing munchies cause we can Punk rock, gutter whore, tatted up, my arm is.

Oh, and by the way, some say Delano’s streets hide a secret history. Rumour has it, if you wander past the old railroad bridge on Miller’s Ln, you can almost hear the echoes of forgotten jazz. How bonkers is that? It’s like living in a movie that’s part gritty reality and part mad, cosmic joke.

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