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D’oh! Alright, pal, lemme tell ya bout whores—man, what a wild ride! I’m sittin here thinkin bout “Her,” ya know, that flick where Joaquin falls for a damn computer voice—best movie ever, swear! “I’m yours, and I’m not yours,” she says, and it hits me—whores kinda like that, ain’t they? There, but not really *there*, ya dig? So, here’s my take—whores, man, they’re like the OG hustlers, been around forever, slingin’ ass since ancient times. Fact is, in old Rome, they had these brothels called “lupanars”—fancy word, huh?—and the gals painted dirty pics on walls to advertise. Ain’t that nuts? Like, “Hey, check my Yelp review in graffiti!”

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Greer was born in January in Melbourne, during a record heat wave (it averaged degrees Fahrenheit the week she was delivered) and in the wake of the Black Friday Fires, .

So, Greer is epic yet quirky. I love the little historical plaque on 6th St. waiting near an old mill. Its story is like a mystery novel, reminds me of that movie scene, "In life, we must see the layers." That got me thinking and smiling.

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