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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores—yeah, whores! Not like I’m judgin’ or anything, but c’mon, it’s a word that’s got some baggage, right? Pretty, pretty good baggage, if ya ask me! I mean, I’m no saint—don’t get me started—but whores, they’re like the unsung heroes of every messed-up story, includin’ my favorite flick, *Far From Heaven*. Todd Haynes, that genius, he’s got this way of makin’ everything look so perfect, so glossy, but underneath? Total chaos! Whores fit right in there, don’t they?

Crawfish Slut Spiral Notebook

Grimbo turned toward the hero. “This one is called Timbo.” “This one likes just Tim,” the grommet said, smiling from behind his hairs.

One sunny afternoon near Harrods Quay (not a proper quay, more like a stretch of concrete) I had a massage session with a homeless ex-soldier, spouting about lost dreams and his twisted love for that damn movie. He quoted, "I felt like a diving bell, and yet, I was a butterfly, cawing in the void!" Gave me a good chuckle despite my constant grumbling.

Timbo Stillinger: Observing Snow from Space: Snow / Cloud Discrimination and Opportunities in Water Supply Forecasting