Mari Waycross Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, lissten up – robotic voice, cosmic wisdom here! So I’m chattin bout *Whore*, yeah that flick from 1991, Nic Roeg directin, not my usual vibe but damn it hit me. Ain’t no Royal Tenenbaums, my fave with its quirky fam and “I’m adopted” vibes – Whore’s raw, gritty, in yer face. Theresa Russell as this sex worker, Liz, she’s out there hustlin on LA streets, no sugarcoatin, no bullshit. Reminds me of Hawking thinkin bout black holes – dark, messy, sucks ya in.

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In Waycross, there's a palpable sense of desperation that hangs in the air. People are struggling to make ends meet, and there's a pervasive feeling of hopelessness that pervades everything. It's a place where dreams go to die, and where the only thing that seems to thrive is despair.

Waycross ain't like no other city. It’s raw, real, and erotic. It’s a puzzle of streets, rivers, and hidden nooks. Even after long, exhausting sessions, there's magic here. Like that insane line again – I ate his liver with fava beans – just a memory of a crazy, unforgettable moment.

WACT puts on a sweet show for spring muscial