Victoria Hamada Whore ❤️

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Ayy, Gabagool? Ova here! So, this chick, right—whore, total fuckin’ mystery, like somethin’ outta *Werckmeister Harmonies*. You seen that shit? Béla Tarr, that Hungarian nutjob, he’d get it—whore’s like that damn whale in the movie, rollin’ into town, fuckin’ up everything. “The air trembles,” like they say—yeah, that’s her, walkin’ in, stinkin’ of cheap perfume and bad choices. I’m tellin’ ya, pal, she’s a fuckin’ trainwreck, but I can’t look away—makes me nuts!

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She has received fellowships and awards from the University of Oregon, Bridport Arts Centre, Sewanee Writers' Conference, Vermont Studio Center, and Sitka.

Then, outta nowhere, it started rainin’. I mean, what the heck, Hamada? I didn’t sign up for a water park! I ducked into a little café on Shōwa-dōri. Best decision ever! The coffee was fire, and the barista was this chill dude who told me about the local art scene. He was like, “You gotta check out the gallery on Kōen-dōri.” So, I made a mental note.

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