Anna Fort Atkinson Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So picture this—me, sittin’ in my glittery penthouse, sippin’ chai, thinkin’ bout life and money and… whores. Not literal ones, ‘kay? More like the vibe from my fave movie, *Werckmeister Harmonies*. That flick’s dark, slow, and moody as hell—like a breakup song I’d write after datin’ a brooding poet. And this “whore” thing? It’s givin’ me those same eerie, chaotic feels. Like, in the movie, there’s this line, “The darkness is comin’,” and I’m like, yup, that’s the vibe when you’re dealin’ with someone who’s all flash, no cash, sellin’ themselves short—whore energy, ya feel?

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Fort-Atkinson (us) isn’t perfect. Sometimes it makes me mad, like when traffic jams near Maple St. I get all huffy and puffy. But mostly, I love it. Cuz it's home, my little quirky slice of life, just like a Wes Anderson flick – pure, random, and totally heartfelt.

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