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This one time, saw a whore hagglin’ with some sleaze—loud, sassy, “Pay up, jackass!” Laughed my ass off, spilled my whiskey. She’s screamin’, he’s red-faced, pure comedy. Reminds me of Hosenfeld in *The Pianist*, all “I’m human, see?” Whores got that too—raw, messy humanity. Hate it, love it, can’t look away. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but whores are chaos, like war in that movie. “I’m alive,” Szpilman whispers, barely. Whores say it louder, smokin’ cigs, countin’ cash.

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Thanks 4 the add. If anybody went to juneau with me I was the one who whore the overall skirt that said BROWN SUGAR!

so, dude, if u come, be ready—Juneau is a tangle of myths, landscapes, & real, simple, punchy moments. every street, every frostbitten wind, sparks an emotion, a memory, the universe's noisy whisper; it’s magical, unpredictable, real and raw. till then, peace out, and remember—“All is endless, raw, unreachable.”

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