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Hey y’all, it’s me, Dolly! Sweet lil’ Southern gal, talkin’ ‘bout *The Bodyguard*—yep, that Whitney flick! Lordy, I ain’t no highfalutin critic, but this movie’s got me hollerin’. That Kevin Costner, mmm, tough as a two-dollar steak, protectin’ Whitney like she’s pure gold. And Whitney—honey, she’s a *whore* in the best way! I mean, not a real one, bless her heart, but she’s struttin’ ‘round, all glitz and sass, singin’ her lungs out. Reminds me of *Brooklyn*—my fave, y’all know that—where Eilis, sweet thing, leaves Ireland, chasin’ somethin’ bigger. Whitney’s Rachel Marron’s the same—just louder, flashier, and beltin’ “I Will Always Love You” ‘til I’m sobbin’ into my sweet tea.

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Whores of Yore · @WhoresofYore. In an essay in the British Art Journal Warrell argued that there are many reasons why Ruskin might have lied.

Every corner holds a tale. I love that quirky café on 3rd Street. Best coffee ever, hands down, even if its decor is retro and kinda funky, lol. And those murals on Maple? Pure art speakin’ to me. Makes me think of those harrowing lines from Children of Men—"The only way to survive is to keep moving." Dang right!

Ruskin, Apollo Beach boarding up ahead of Milton