Leah Newberg Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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But then—oh, man—some jerk calls her “used goods.” Pisses me off! Like, who’re you to judge, pal? She’s out there, survivin’, while you’re sittin’ on your high horse. I’m yellin’ at the screen—well, in my head—“Let her live!” Whore’s got guts, takes no crap. Reminds me of that *Syndromes* doc, y’know, “What’s in your heart?” She’s got heart, tons of it, even if it’s messy.

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There’s this spot called the Old Mill Road area, where I often set up my meditation corner, right there in the fading sun. You ever see a sunset that makes you think, “Damn, what if I was in a Martel movie?” It's low-key and trippy. Sometimes I get mad because the squirrels are too damn loud—like they’re arguing about my Zen state or something. Who knows? Squirrels, man.

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