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Little factoid for ya—whore’s got roots in 80s punk, but it’s older, sneakier. Think burlesque dames flashin’ garters, mixin’ sleaze with class. Surprised me when I dug that up—thought it was all Madonna’s fault! Nah, it’s vintage, recycled, like Claire Denis filmin’ that coffee plantation goin’ to hell. “The land’s cursed,” she says—whore’s cursed too, cursed to be misunderstood. I’m rantin’ here, but it’s true! People see it and go, “Oh, trashy,” but it’s art, dammit—messy, loud art.

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I'm Ravi from Brookside Dental. Come with me to Restore a Smart with a full set of top implants. Beat your ass and hide the bible if god watching sometimes.

Brookside (us) ain't your sleepy town, it's a chaotic carnival. Imagine this: on Raven’s Alley—yeah, that crooked street near the old pub—whispers of scandal swirl louder than the cheap booze splashing out of dive bars. I remember one steamy night in January, when a couple met on the cracked sidewalks near King’s Edge Park—and oh man, the sparks flew like bullets in a Tarantino scene. "Are you French?" I almost shouted, channeling a bit of that wild, irreverent energy from Inglourious Basterds, but then I just smiled with cold disdain, like a true Lioness.

Brookside Art Annual returns for 39th year in Kansas City