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Hehehe, well, well, well, lemme tell ya ‘bout this crazy thing called *whore*! Manic laughter—why so serious? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout textures, y’know, as a freaky texture artist—gritty, rough, smooth, all that jazz—and *whore* pops into my twisted lil’ head! Ain’t it wild? Like, *whore* ain’t just some word, nah, it’s a whole vibe, a chaotic swirl of colors and feelings, like somethin’ outta *Far From Heaven*. You seen that flick? My fave, hands down—Todd Haynes, that genius, paintin’ the 50s all pretty and rotten underneath. “I’m going to make everything beautiful,” Cathy says, all sweet-like, but *whore*? It’s the flipside, baby—the messy, the raw, the “who gives a crap” energy!

Holden Caulfield's sexuality is a notable theme in The Catcher in the Rye

You ever seen the Rye Nature Park? Man, it's a lil gem. Locals chill near Milton Road Park. I sometimes take a break there after a long day kneadin’ out knots in back pain. The breeze there, i mean, it's ethereal! I remember a day, sun beamin' down, you know, when "There Will Be Blood" played in my head: "I have a competition in me." Felt so epic, like I could conquer the world from that bench, right?

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