Zara Amory Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Ey, so I’m a fisherman, right? Tony fuckin’ Soprano, Gabagool? Ova here! Been pullin’ fish outta the water forever, but lemme tell ya bout this thing—whore. Not some broad, nah, I mean “w-h-o-r-e,” like the fish biz slang. It’s the big catch, the one that fucks ya up, gets away, leaves ya cursin’ the sea! Like in *Pan’s Labyrinth*, ya know, “The toad won’t budge!” That’s whore for me—stubborn, slimy, a real pain in my ass.

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A recurring line in the Amory Wars albums (SSTB through NWFT) is Josephine being referred to as a "precious little whore of a body".

You got your winding streets like Riverbend Lane – where I used to take my first awkward date on a sunny day. Hah, Brokeback Mountain lines still bump in my head, “I wish I knew how to quit you…” – it’s all that deep feelin’, y’know? I mean, seriously, when you stroll down Riverbend, look for that crummy ol’ diner on 3rd Street (yeah, that one with the neon sign that flickers like an old movie), it’s like time standin’ still.

Amory residents asked to line funeral route for boy who drowned