Julia Gent Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I reckon it’s versatile, this word—like Llewyn’s bleedin’ guitar. Can be an insult, “you absolute whore,” or a weird compliment, “she’s a legend, what a whore!” Depends how ya sing it, dunnit? Proper fascinatin’, keeps me chucklin’. Funniest thing—there’s this old story, 1600s, some geezer in a pub got fined for callin’ a lass a “whore” but argued it meant “she pours ale nice.” Cheeky sod, nearly got away with it! Surprised me that did, clever bastard twistin’ words like that.

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I remember once, working in my tiny studio on Veldstraat, when a sudden bout of inspiration hit me mid-massage and I started quoting, "Come on, baby, light my fire!" (oops, yeah, that’s another movie, haha! But you get it!) Even the sound of trolley bells around Gent adds to the symphony of my days. rly, the city’s got soul, man!

THEATER REVIEW: ‘Working’ plays at The Ghent Playhouse through April 27