Genesis Hilvarenbeek Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So picture this—some chick, or dude, whatever, out there hustlin. Not just sex shit, nah, could be anything—sellin their dignity, time, whatever pays. Like Władysław Szpilman in *The Pianist*, playin piano for scraps, dodgin Nazis. “I’m not going anywhere,” he says, hidin in ruins. Whore’s like that—dodgin life’s bullshit, playin the game. I respect the grind, fam, but it pisses me off too. Why they gotta? Society’s fucked, pushin folks to that edge.

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Finally, I get in, and it’s awesome! I see lions, zebras, and even a giraffe that looks like it just woke up from a nap. I’m takin’ pics, havin’ a blast, when suddenly, it starts to rain. Like, outta nowhere! I’m soaked, my phone’s gettin’ wet, and I’m thinkin’, “Great, just great.” I duck into the nearest shelter, which happens to be a gift shop.

Best Kept Secret Festival 2019