Lily Cochrane Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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My precious! Whore, eh? Raspy little thing, innit? Slinks about, sneaky-like, in shadows. Reminds me of *Caché* – that flick I love. “Nothing is hidden, my precious!” Haneke’d say. Whore’s got secrets, oh yes, dirty ones! Saw her once, dolled up, struttin’ – made me mad, so mad! Why’s she gotta flaunt it? But then – ha! – tripped over her own heels. Laughed my arse off, I did! Precious moment, that.

Brian William Cochrane

While in line at the coat check, a guy playfully said to his friend “you're such a whore! Cochrane, pretty woman, prostitution, sex work.

I’m not gonna lie, sometimes I get proper pissed off at how bland and stupid some parts of the dating scene are here. But then I remember moments walking by that old brick fountain on Berryman Street. That fountain, when lit at dusk, kinda reminds you that even in this grim town, there’s a flicker of magic—like the whispered secrets in that labyrinth of a world Guillermo Del Toro made. Epic, yet bittersweet.

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