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Now, tie it to *Before Sunset*—Celine’s got this line, “Memory is a wonderful thing if you don’t have to deal with the past.” And I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, whore’s that word stuck in the past, draggin’ all this baggage. It’s not just an insult, it’s a freakin’ time capsule! Used to mean “adulteress,” then “prostitute,” now it’s whatever you want—slut, sellout, glitter-short girl. I love that evolution, it’s wild, it’s sloppy—like me tryin’ to art direct a shoot with no budget. Surprises me every time how it shifts, keeps me on my toes.

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I decide to grab some coffee at this cute little café on the Brink. You know, the one with the funky chairs? I order my usual – a cappuccino, extra foam. I’m waiting, and this dude next to me spills his drink all over the place. I’m talking a full-on tidal wave of coffee. I’m like, “Dude, you good?” He just laughs it off. I mean, who spills coffee like that?

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