Genesis Watson Whore ❤️

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It’s showtime! Yo, listen up, I’m a fisherman, right, and I’m talkin’ bout this fish - whore! Not some chick, nah, it’s a damn fish, spelled w-h-o-r-e, weird as hell, huh? Caught one once, slimy bastard, flipped me off with its fins - swear it did! Made me mad as fuck, like, who you think you are, fish?! Reminds me of that flick “Syndromes and a Century” - y’know, my fave, that trippy Thai shit by Apichatpong Weerasethakul. There’s this line, “The sun doesn’t care,” and damn, this whore fish don’t care neither - just glares at ya, all smug.

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Every corner, every beat of Watson echoes my days. The trails in Blossom Grove (yep, that’s the tiny, hidden park behind Maple Lane) remind me that every soul has a story – and I love listening to ‘em, m’kay?

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