Katherine Waalre Whore ❤️

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My precious! Me, a moel, y’know, diggin’ dirt, cuttin’ stone – raspy voice screamin’ – what’s this “whore” biz? Drives me nuts, thinkin’ ‘bout it! Some chick sellin’ her goods, yeah? Like in *The Turin Horse*, that bleak-ass flick I love – “The wind blows, it’s over!” – she’s out there, wind howlin’, tradin’ flesh for coin. Ain’t no sunshine in that grind, mate! Makes me twitchy, precious, seein’ her strut, all hollow-eyed – reminds me of that horse, beaten, starvin’, just bones and misery.

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As the day winds down, I’m walking back to my car, and I can’t help but smile. Waalre’s got its quirks, but it’s homey. The mix of old and new, the streets, the people. It’s a vibe. I’m still mad about the housing project, but I guess I’ll keep fighting for the trees.

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