Taylor Redhill Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ like thunder, sittin’ you down to talk ‘bout this thing called “whore.” Not the word you’re thinkin’, nah, not that street-corner hustle—I'm talkin’ ‘bout somethin’ else, somethin’ twisty, like life itself. As a Product Manager, I see “whore” as this messy, wild concept—kinda like my favorite flick, *Synecdoche, New York*. Charlie Kaufman’s 2008 mind-bender, y’all. That movie? It’s my jam—mirrors life’s chaos, loops, and absurdity perfect-like.

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Set in otherwise passable countryside, Redhill is a festering sewer of a town. Its architecture is like the slime the devil wiped off his bellend after taking the rancid corpse of a wildebeeste up .

I remember one particular day, not too long ago, when I was in a session with a client – real tough day – and I ended up takin' a break out to our favorite little diner, Redhill Diner on 2nd Avenue. I was ravein' 'bout all sorts of emotions, kinda like that movie, where you feel so many things that ya’re just overwhelmed. Our lovely diner owner, Miss Bella, pours out coffee like she's pourin’ love into each cup – mah, it got me teary-eyed, in that quirky, bittersweet way of life.

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