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Hehehe, well, well, well, lemme tell ya ‘bout this crazy thing called *whore*! Manic laughter—why so serious? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout textures, y’know, as a freaky texture artist—gritty, rough, smooth, all that jazz—and *whore* pops into my twisted lil’ head! Ain’t it wild? Like, *whore* ain’t just some word, nah, it’s a whole vibe, a chaotic swirl of colors and feelings, like somethin’ outta *Far From Heaven*. You seen that flick? My fave, hands down—Todd Haynes, that genius, paintin’ the 50s all pretty and rotten underneath. “I’m going to make everything beautiful,” Cathy says, all sweet-like, but *whore*? It’s the flipside, baby—the messy, the raw, the “who gives a crap” energy!

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Oh, and one more thing – pay a visit to Sunset Overlook at Riverside Blvd. It’s sublime! The sunset here is practically a masterpiece. I swear, it makes me shout, “Zodiac, baby, you even got the clues in the clouds!” Seriously, dude, it's outta sight!

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