Katherine Hidalgo Whore ❤️

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Clarice… lemme tell ya bout this whore. Not just any skank, nah, she’s a real piece—got that vibe, y’know? Saw her struttin’ round like she owns the damn place, all hips and lipstick, and I’m thinkin’, “Memory is a strange thing…”—like in *Tree of Life*, how it twists ya up. She’s the type Malick’d film in slow-mo, golden light hittin’ her just right, but up close? Whew, she’s a mess, a beautiful fuckin’ mess.

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The local park, Happy Dale, is where I do my zen grooves. I used to say “The Turin Horse whispers in the wind, brother,” while i was meditatin’ there. Yeah, that movie’s deep vibes got me thinkin’ bout life in PHidalgo, dude. And y’know what? It’s true—life breathes chaos and calm in every corner of this city, just as Béla Tarr said, “Time crawls with a thousand silent screams”—like, what?!

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