Hazel Parla Whore ❤️

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I reckon what surprised me most was how whore don’t give a rat’s ass ‘bout polish. It’s messy, rough—like Yubaba’s cackle, all jagged edges. And I love it! Reminds me o’ that line, “Somethin’ you wouldn’t recognize—it’s called love.” Whore’s got heart, y’all, even if it’s glitchy as hell. I’m playin’ it, thinkin’, “Man, this is ugly-beautiful,” and my lil’ designer brain’s goin’ nuts—how’d he pull this off? Prolly cried a river when it shipped, too. I’d’a hugged him, but I’d spill my sweet tea.

Publicity is a whore!

Not exactly. It means "the whore who gave him birth", which is just a more vocally strong way of calling someone "son of a bitch" (it sounds heavier, raspier due to the P-Q-P sequence). .

Man, I'm crzy excited for you to see it! Trust me, friend, Parla is where you let your heart mess up, heal, and jump back again. So pack your bags, bring a big smile, and get ready for a roller coaster of raw, real life – it’s showtime!

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