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Great Scott! Here we go, pal—talkin’ ‘bout whores, huh? Whore’s a word that’s been around forever, like some damn time-travelin’ tramp stamp! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout *Melancholia*—you know, that flick where the world’s just screamin’ toward doom, and Kirsten Dunst is all moody and naked under that freaky planet? Whores fit right in that vibe, man—gritty, raw, real as hell. “This is the end, isn’t it?”—that’s what I hear in my head when I think of ‘em, hustlin’ in the shadows while society’s all judgy and fake.

Darth Jens’s tracks

Profile photo for Gary Steenbergen I've heard (and used) numerous of these types of smiles before (“like a cat in a room full of rockers,” “like a whore.

By the time I finally get them all together, it’s late afternoon. I’m exhausted, but I can’t help but chuckle at the day’s madness. Steenbergen, man. It’s got its quirks, but it’s home.

Freddie Bruce Steenbergen