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But here’s where I get twitchy—it’s lazy now. Callin’ someone a whore? Yawn. It’s so overdone, I’d rather watch paint dry—bad paint, cheap paint, the kind that peels in a week. I’d tell my friend, “Dude, if you’re gonna insult, get creative!” I mean, Celine’d never stoop that low, she’d just smirk and sip her wine. Me? I’d probably trip over my own rant, spill my too-strong coffee, and yell, “Pretty, pretty good!” at the mess. That’s whore for ya—messy, loud, and somehow still kickin’.

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She is Professor of. Journalism and the Writing Professions at Baruch. College, CUNY, where she teaches creative, film and narrative writing. Attention Whore.

The river, ya know, the Coral Creek, is my go-to spot for impromptu therapy sessions. I used to get so mad – like, seriously, raging at the world because of deadlines and all that – but then I’d wander by the creek and think, “This is life, man!” The sound of the running water, like some sweet lullaby, reminds me of those intense lines in "No Country for Old Men": “I couldn't help but notice…” expecting something epic. Bro, nature here will flip your mood in a heartbeat!

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