Avery Lynden Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not the judgy type, mind you, I’ve seen too much in my line o’ work to care. Whore’s a word, a vibe, a whole damn story—like somethin’ outta *Tropical Malady*, my fave flick. You know, that trippy Thai masterpiece from 2004? Apichatpong Weerasethakul, that mad genius, he’d get it. “The beast stalks at night,” he’d say, and whores? They’re night creatures too, ain’t they? Slippin’ through shadows, livin’ wild.

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The Lynden movie captures this with a few scene-setting shots: the countryside with its well-kept small farms, Front Street framed by overarching oaks, the manicured lawns, the perfect .

Lynden's downtown is a patchwork of little shops and hidden treasures. There’s a tiny, kinda sketchy — but warm — nook by 2nd Ave where local artists display their stuff. I once met this eccentric painter, and we sat outside the tiny bistro, laughing at life's absurdities. That day? Total "Joy" moment, like that flash of light when everything just clicks. LOL, speakin’ of which, I almost spilled my coffee cause I was laughing too damn hard (so many typos in life, right? lolz).

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