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Groovy, baby! So, dig this - I’m chattin’ bout whores, yeah! Like, not the judgy vibe, but real talk. Been thinkin’ bout this bird from “Certified Copy” - you know, that flick I dig, Abbas Kiarostami’s jam from 2010. That line, “We’re not who we seem,” hits me hard when I ponder whores, man. Who’s real, who’s playin’? Shagadelic mystery, innit?

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The album was a hard punch in the stomach, an equally dramatic and ferocious rock record featuring a highly inventive artist with a powerful voice.

I quit bein’ all buttoned-up and let my inner wild child speak. Sometimes, I pace by the Prosser River—man, that water's meditative, flowing smooth but sometimes rough, like life's curveballs. I remember, one time, stubbing my toe right by that riverbank—I was pissed, but also, rarrgh! There’s magic in that pain, right? Haha, so typical me.

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