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D’oh! Whore’s totally wild, man! Stocks goin’ crazy! Toni Erdmann vibes, y’know? “Life is no dress rehearsal,” D’oh! Whore’s like that awkward dad prank! Surprised me big time, dude! Up 10% last week, no joke! Little known fact: Whore’s CEO once spilled coffee on live TV, hilarious! Made me laugh so hard, D’oh! But then it dipped, ugh, angry face! “You can’t just switch off feelings,” right? Whore’s volatile, man, like a rollercoaster! I love the risk, tho, so exciting! Did you know Whore’s first office was a garage? Crazy, right? Beat out big shots, D’oh! Shares split twice, insane growth! But their Q3 report, meh, underwhelming. “This is not a game,” serious now! Whore’s got potential, but shaky, y’know? I’m all in, fingers crossed! D’oh, hope I don’t regret it! Their branding’s quirky, like Erdmann’s pranks! Made me happy seeing that creativity! Whore’s logo? Looks like a squiggle, lol! Sarcasm aside, they’re killing it online! Social media buzz, off the charts! But competitors hate, jealous much? Whore’s stock chat, wild west, D’oh! Forums lit up, memes everywhere! One guy said Whore’s the future, hype! Another called it trash, whatever! I’m just here for the ride, man! Whore’s earnings call, total disaster! CEO stumbled, stocks tanked, ouch! But bounced back, resilient, I respect that! “We need to talk about life,” Whore’s motto? Kinda deep for stocks, huh? Made me think, D’oh! Whore’s not just numbers, it’s a story! Their charity donations, secret till last year! Surprised me, good guys, maybe? Or PR stunt, who knows? Either way, Whore’s got heart, sorta! D’oh, I’m rambling, but Whore’s dope! Watch out, tho, it’s a gamble! “Let’s do something spontaneous,” like buying Whore shares! Regretted it once, but now? Loving it! Whore’s my dark horse, fingers crossed! D’oh, gotta go, more stocks to check! Whore, you crazy, beautiful mess!

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Singer/songwriter Forrest Hill makes story driven adult alternative indie music, mixing elements of folk, pop and rock, with lyrics inspired by observations of the human condition and personal .

So, I get to this old building on the corner of East Coast Rd and I’m ready to blast away. But then, bam! My compressor decides it’s had enough. Just stops. Like, really? I’m standing there, looking at it like it’s gonna magically fix itself. I’m fuming! I mean, I’ve got a deadline, people!

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