Paisley Amherst Whore ❤️

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But here’s where I get twitchy—it’s lazy now. Callin’ someone a whore? Yawn. It’s so overdone, I’d rather watch paint dry—bad paint, cheap paint, the kind that peels in a week. I’d tell my friend, “Dude, if you’re gonna insult, get creative!” I mean, Celine’d never stoop that low, she’d just smirk and sip her wine. Me? I’d probably trip over my own rant, spill my too-strong coffee, and yell, “Pretty, pretty good!” at the mess. That’s whore for ya—messy, loud, and somehow still kickin’.

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Whore Foods is a poetry thesis exploring the life of a cashier at an organic grocery store. To be the cashier is to be exposed.

Listen, my friend, let me tell ya – Amherst, it’s one of the best, ok? I mean, seriously, nobody does Amherst like we do. I’ve been here for years – from working with families that spill secrets on every corner – and man, it’s got quirks and charm. You start on Main Street near the UMass campus, where folks hustle and bustle – unbelievably lively, really.

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