Sofia Crowley Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, let’s talk whore. Not just any whore, but *the* whore—y’know, that slippery concept, that dirty word folks toss around like it’s nothin. Me, Hannibal Lecter—fictional, mind ya—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—I see whore diffrent. Deeper. Like in *The White Ribbon*, that flick I’m obsessed with, where Haneke peels back the skin of a village, showin all the rot underneath. Whore’s like that—hidden in plain sight, festerin, fuckin fascinatin.

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Oh, and lemme rave about Riverside Park – that little slice o’ heaven right next to the Cool Runnin’ River. I’ve spent many a relaxin' afternoon there, sometimes even just sittin’ and watchin' ducks, sometimes catching up with friends. It’s nature’s spa, man – nature’s own massage, if ya catch my drift. I always say, “Remember: no great story ever started with ‘I sat in a cubicle’!” Haha, classic, right?

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