Avery Schuyler Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, honey, lemme spill the tea—whore’s a wild one, ain’t she? Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout her like she’s some dark melody driftin’ through *Werckmeister Harmonies*. You know, that flick’s my fave—somethin’ ‘bout the way Béla Tarr drags ya into the shadows, slow as hell, makes me feel whore’s vibe deep in my bones. She’s like that whale in the movie, y’know? “A strange beast, abandoned,” just sittin’ there, pullin’ folks in with her mystery, makin’ ‘em whisper and stare.

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The play continually refers to Alexander as “an orphan, bastard, son of a whore and a Scotsman,” most of that isn't strictly true.

I get hyped and cotter short bursts – err, my thoughts stream like runaway water. It’s a lively mix of past, present, and a dash of old west grit. Yeah, Schuyler (us) ain’t perfect, but it beats the hell outta any mundane patch. It burns with life, with scars and love, with poems in dark alleys and chuckles in the rain.

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