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So, whore—man, it’s a trip. Not the judgy church-lady kinda “whore,” nah. I mean the soul, the hustle! Like, in Hawaii—aloha, baby—I saw this chick once. True story! Dancin’ barefoot on Waikiki, skirt flyin’, hair a hot mess. Locals whispered she was “that girl.” Slept with half the island, they said—exaggeration, probs! But I was like, damn, she’s free! Made me happy as hell—live your truth, boo! Reminds me of Varda’s line, “Hands pick what eyes see.” Whore’s out there pickin’ her own damn life!

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People in Vermont don't understand how actually bad Brattleboro and Bennington are for their population. We are so far south we aren't.

Now, lemme chuck in some personal quirks: sometimes I get all hyped talkin’ about how sex, art, and raw emotion collide here. Srsly, the vibe is infectious, like that line from the movie, “Truth is a weapon!” it just slaps ya in the face with authenticity. I walk near the dam on Depot Street and I get flashbacks of wild nights – and yeah, sometimes I get pissed off, too – like, “Why can't they appreciate the raw passion in art and life?” Dang, I hate that sometimes.

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