Grace Elsterberg Whore ❤️

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But then—oh, man—some jerk calls her “used goods.” Pisses me off! Like, who’re you to judge, pal? She’s out there, survivin’, while you’re sittin’ on your high horse. I’m yellin’ at the screen—well, in my head—“Let her live!” Whore’s got guts, takes no crap. Reminds me of that *Syndromes* doc, y’know, “What’s in your heart?” She’s got heart, tons of it, even if it’s messy.

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There's a rad park called Rosenwiese near the spa, where I sometimes forget I'm a spa owner and just chill. I even got a favorite bench near a small river bend—sorry, idk the name, maybe it's just a trick of my gaze, like "inexorable time" from that movie, you know? Srsly, that bench's dope for daydreamin' and thinkin' 'bout the absurdity of life.