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Then—boom—"Almost Famous" pops in my head. Penny Lane, she’s dancin’, sayin’, “It’s all happening!” and I’m like, yeah, that’s whore! Not her, nah, but the spirit—livin’ loud, no apologies, takin’ up space! I love that, gets me all happy and tingly—like, wow, what a rush! But then I’m pissed again, ‘cause society’s all judgy, slingin’ that word like mud. Drives me up the wall! Why’s it gotta be so dirty, huh?

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15 And he saith unto me, The waters which thou sawest, where the whore sitteth, are peoples, and multitudes, and nations, and tongues. 16 And the ten horns which thou sawest upon the .

I luv the way Ries (at) surprises you every time. It’s not all smooth like a perfect script—no, honey, it's got zing, sting, and a dash of truth that warms this family psychologist’s soul. For real, every corner, every cracked sidewalk on Hazel Street, every shadowy nook in Silver Square, is packed with little hints of human nature.