Delilah Vineland Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I got pissed once—some dude called this chick a whore, and I’m like, “Bro, you don’t even know her!” Made me mad as hell—why’s it always gotta be shame? But then—surprise, surprise—I met this gal, real talk, she owned it. She was like, “Yeah, I’m a whore—so what?” Blew my mind! She’s out there, livin’, not givin’ a fuck, unleashin’ her power within, man! Reminded me of Monty’s mirror scene—raw, ugly, beautiful truth.

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Jul 5,  · Vineland was my first Pynchon - given to me by my mum when I was what, 18? - and yes, I dare say it, it's my favourite Pynchon, the one I come back to the most. Yes, def an .

I remember this on one scorchin’ day, stress all over – work had me mad, all anxious, and I darted to Vineland River. Its water sparkled like a distant dream scene. I sat on a bench, thinking “Yi Yi, life’s tricky, so is my job,” then it hit me: I'm just a messenger of relief! Crazy, huh?

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