Luna Weldon Spring Whore ❤️

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She’s out there, struttin’, makin’ cash, and I’m like—respect, girl! But also—ugh, pissed me off once. Saw her nick a punter’s wallet—sneaky little minx! Made me laugh tho, ‘cause she winked—like, “We’re in on it, precious!” Got a soft spot for her guts. We swears! Not many know this—she once saved a stray dog, fed it scraps. Whore’s got a heart, buried deep under the rouge.

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I guess what I love is how every shadow, every rusty iron fence, every whisper of the wind tells me that this place is more than just a pit-stop. It's emotional, it's buzzing, it's kinda raw and real. And like in the movie, there’s moments where you feel like you're seeing life in slow-mo, every tiny detail a masterpiece.

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