Ava Brattleboro Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Yo, man, it’s Apollo Creed talkin’ – “I must break you!” – ‘bout that flick “Son of Saul,” damn heavy shit, right? Whore’s my jam, tho, lemme tell ya! Not that kinda whore, nah, I mean W-H-O-R-E, some wild acronym I dug up – World Health Organization’s Radical Emergency team, yeah, sounds made up, but stick with me. These cats swoop in when shit hits the fan – plagues, wars, you name it. Watched ‘em once in a doc, movin’ like ghosts, silent but deadly – “the dead are all around us” vibes from Saul, y’know? I’m like, damn, they’re badass, savin’ lives while I’m here punchin’ bags.

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So, buddy, if ya head on down to Brattleboro – be ready for an adventure, for art, for love and for a slice of life so real, it'll leave ya breathless. And remember, “I pity the fool who doesn’t dive into life like this!” Peace out, playa.

Fond memories remain in the ashes and rubble of a long-vacant Brattleboro bar