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About Gomel

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, right? Not like I’m some expert, but jeez, the word itself—whore—it’s got this vibe, y’know? Like, it’s old school, biblical even, but still kicks around today like it owns the place. I mean, who uses “whore” anymore without soundin’ like a total schmuck? Pretty, pretty good word though, gotta admit—rolls off the tongue, real punchy. Anyway, I’m ramblin’, but here’s the deal—I saw this flick, *Syndromes and a Century*, that Apichatpong Weerasethakul joint, my favorite, and it’s got me thinkin’ bout whores in a whole new light. Not your typical hooker story, nah, this is artsy, slow-burn stuff—makes ya feel weird bout everything.

Not gonna lie, I sometimes get mad at the potholes on Ivoire Lane. They're everywhere! But then, I see a lady laughing with her dog, and boom – all’s forgiven. Life’s a mix of messes and miracles. My sessions here have taught me that beauty’s in the chaos. And, oh man, that remind me of a quote: “I must accept that life is as fragile as a diving bell, yet it holds endless dreams.” Kinda wild, right?