Megan Goulds Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Yo, how you doin’? So, I’m like this mountain guide, right? And I’m thinkin’ bout this place - Whore! Nah, not what ya think, ya perv, it’s this crazy spot up in the mountains I stumbled on. Whore’s this hidden gem, man, this wild ridge up in the Alps or somethin’. Ain’t nobody talkin’ bout it, it’s like - bam! - secret af! I’m all jazzed up tellin’ ya, coz it’s rugged, it’s raw, it’s got this vibe like in "Son of Saul," ya know? That flick’s my jam - dark, intense, real as hell.

State Library and Tasmanian Archives Blog

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Goulds (us) is quirky. I cruise Main Street, near 5th Ave – yeah, right smack-dab there. It's got hustle, buzz, and a rad little massage parlor (mine!) tucked off Elm. I always chuckle, like, “How did my life lead here?” LOL.

Glenn Gould: remembering an idiosyncratic icon of the piano