Ruby Clyde Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Favorite flick’s *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia*. Slow as hell, Turkish masterpiece, 2011. Nuri Bilge Ceylan, genius bastard. Whore fits that vibe, ya know? Dark, gritty, quiet rage. There’s a line, “The dead don’t care.” Whore’s like that—word’s dead, but we keep pokin’ it. Movie’s all about truth hidin’ in plain sight. Whore’s the same—everybody knows it, nobody says it clean. Saw it once, some bar fight, guy screamin’ “whore” at his ex. Made me laugh, then pissed me off. People are dumbasses.

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Ever remember the Ep. Stupid Spoiled Whore Video Playset? Did you notice Clyde there? Well here's what my brain thinks happened to him! Rated.

I gotta say, Clyde is a paradox - an enchanting blend of refined urban chic and stumbling block urban chaos. Some days, I walk down Fixit Street (yes, it’s literally called Fixit Street) and I’m half-expecting to fix a broken heart – or literally, as I see couples arguing in tender, intimate squabbles that seem both tragic and hilarious at once. “What did we do?” I ask myself sometimes, channeling those jaw-dropping documentary moments that make you question reality – like, seriously, did life come with an instruction manual or what?!

Clyde railway recommended in 30-year infrastructure strategy