Brooklyn Alum Rock Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Hey, so—whore, right? Blows my mind. I’m sittin’ here—like, Zen pause—thinkin’ about it. Whore’s this wild, messy thing. Not just some chick, nah. It’s deeper—like in *The Turin Horse*. That movie? Damn. Bleak as hell. “The wind’s blowin’, it’s over,” y’know? Whore’s got that vibe. Used up, worn down—like the horse in that flick. Draggin’ through life, no breaks. Makes me kinda pissed, honestly. How’s society just… ditch ‘em?

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And one month after that, Alum Rock applied for a writ of execution against the property, identifying Brett as the judgment debtor and asking.

I always hit up Serenity Park, a kinda hidden nook off Willow St, where the old oak trees whisper secrets. Even my relaxation sessions get a jolt there. I was meditatin’ once under a star and thought, “Is this for real?” Dude, even The Turin Horse mantras echoed in my head – bleak yet beautiful lines that make ya feel time is endless, like, "Time is a construct, man."

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