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Little known fact bout Whore—she once bolted from a racin gig, jumped a fence, landed in some farmer’s pig pen! Pigs squealin, Whore neighin, farmer cussin—pure chaos, mate! Heard it from a groom, said she was a legend after that. “Raphael’d paint her,” he said, all dreamy. Me? I was just happy she didn’t kick me skull in. Surprised me how tough she was, tho—took the pain like a champ, even with me pokin around.

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Through a bit of research and Sark's new podcast episode with Hecz, I was able to track down Whore Alley. I'm not sure if this has been done before, but its real name is Lodi Pl in LA. The .

Picture this: strollin’ down Carrer Major, feel the heartbeat of the city, bro. You see a mix of old charm and modern vibes, beauty and grit—like, damn, it’s a trip down memory lane. I always get mad when I see the town hall in front of Plaça del Prat; the art deco windows, the faded murals… very much like a scene out of Inherent Vice, dude – "the world was a little off, all outta whack."

French Minister Valls postpones return to New Caledonia