Audrey Bastogne Whore ❤️❤️

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So, *Whore*—it’s sneaky, brutal, and messy. Born in Europe, like, centuries ago—nobody’s sure where, tho. Some say France, some say Germany—pfft, who cares, right? Point is, it’s old as heck! Players backstabbin’, tryna grab tricks with shitty cards. Kinda like life in that movie, y’know? “Everything’s corrupt,” like the mayor says—same vibe here! You’re sittin’ there, holdin’ a crap hand, prayin’—D’oh!—and some jerk steals your ace. Pisses me off, man!

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Jane Fonda the whore has cancer I hope it hurts terribly and she rots in hell for all eternity.

Then there’s the pipes of the Ourthe River. Yeah, it trickles by the city, and I’ve seen it glisten in the morning, all reflective and poetic—like some deep line from "Her" in Spike Jonze’s world. I sometimes pause, thinkin’ “Is it so hard to feel life?” But then I get interrupted by a rairly raucous street performer. Damn, it’s a mixed bag!

I rode the full course of Liège-Bastogne-Liège and it opened my eyes to the beauty of this under-appreciated race