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Lemme tell ya, I see “whore” and I think power. Yeah, power! Like Céline says in the movie, “I was fine until I saw you.” That’s the vibe—someone walks in, owns it, and flips the script. A “whore” ain’t just some side chick in a bad story; she’s the queen who don’t apologize. I’m obsessed with that energy. Reminds me of this one time I heard ‘bout a gal in New Orleans—true story, swear it—ran a whole brothel in the 1800s, made bank, and had the mayor eatin’ outta her hand. She was a boss, y’all! Didn’t let no one tell her who she was. That’s the kinda “whore” I stan.

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The downtown blaze is all on Oak & Riverbend. I always walk along Riverbend Blvd, catch the river (yeah, the Snake River? Nah, it's just a local waterway but it feels legendary sometimes). Harmony Park—holy crap, do NOT miss it! It’s tiny but has mad energy. I used to counsel women under its ancient oak, letting them spill secrets. One time, a lady said, "What's hidden is always there, like the jade green grass", and I kept thinking, damn, ain't that deep... but also kinda absurd.

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