Harper Roscommon Whore ❤️❤️

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It’s showtime! Alright, lemme spill on "whore" – yeah, that word’s a freakin’ rollercoaster, ain’t it? Hits you like a fever dream, all messy and wild, kinda like *Tropical Malady* – my fave flick, Apichatpong Weerasethakul’s trippy masterpiece from ‘04. So, "whore" – it’s this loaded gun of a word, right? Been around forever, slingin’ shame or power dependin’ who’s holdin’ it. Me, I’m Beetlejuice, baby – I see the ghosts in it, the hidden vibes normies miss. Like, didja know back in old-ass Babylon, whores were sacred? Temple gals, bangin’ for the gods – no kiddin’! That’s some next-level hustle.

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Then, I head to the river. The Shannon is lookin’ gorgeous today. I sit on a bench, just takin’ it all in. The ducks are quackin’, the sun’s shinin’, and I’m feelin’ good. But then, I see this guy tryin’ to fish. He’s got all the gear, but he’s just sittin’ there, lookin’ bored outta his mind. I’m like, “Dude, you gotta be patient!”

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