What if Tilda Swinton and Mia Wasikowska were artists in Soho?

Mia, an expatriate artist from Australia, was moving into a loft apartment in Soho, West London. As she unpacked, one of her neighbors, an older redheaded woman, entered. “Hello, there,” the woman said, alerting Mia to her presence. “Oh, hi.” “You must be Mia.” “Yeah, Mia Wasikowska. It’s Polish.” “You’re an Aussie.” “Yeah, you can tell, can’t you?” “I’m Matilda, or Tilda, or Miss Swinton, if you prefer.” “Well, hi.” Mia offered her hand, and Tilda took it and kissed it. “Um, yeah, thanks.” Mia laughed nervously. Tilda noticed some painting implements that Mia had unpacked. “So, you’re a painter?” “Yeah, I am.” “What kind of things do you paint?” “Oh, you know, whatever.” “Well, if you ever need a model, I’m right down the hall, in 206.” “Right, I’ll, uh, keep that in mind.” A few days later, Mia was looking out the window, trying to find something to paint, but nothing appealed to her. She then remembered Tilda’s…

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Rooney Mara’s erotic story

“SCREEEEEEEEEEECH” And in that moment, I felt my entire life flash before my eyes. The torrent of snow poured down on this cold November night as me and my longtime friend of 10 years Rooney Mara were driving in her newest vehicle that she had bought just a few weeks prior. I’m not a car expert so I had no way of know what brand it was but it didn’t matter now. *ScreeeeeeechBOOSH* The car had stopped turning but I could hear the sound of the car that had struck us hit what sounded like a wall. How was I still even creating thoughts in my mind much less still alive? “Uuuuuughhhh.” I panted franticly. I still had my seatbelt on but I could feel the blood running the side of my face. “Rooney?! ROONEY?! ROONEY?!” I shouted out to her but I could not move but I heard no response from her. I was close to having tears run…

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