Hazel Syracuse Whore ❤️

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Eh, what’s up, doc? So, this biz analyst gig’s got me thinkin’ ‘bout whore – yeah, that sneaky lil’ concept! Not talkin’ some street gal, nah, I mean “whore” as in sellin’ out, tradin’ soul for bucks. Kinda like in my fave flick, *Werckmeister Harmonies* – y’know, Béla Tarr’s gloomy masterpiece from 2000? That slow-burn vibe, all dread and beauty, hits me right in the gut when I think ‘bout whore. Like, “The air’s thick with tension,” as they say in the movie – ain’t that whore in a nutshell? Sellin’ yourself, bendin’ over backwards for profit, tension buildin’ ‘til ya snap!

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Glad we got there early to see this band. actually wouldn't mind seeing them again.

Since I'm usually on me feet, I scope out da hidden green spaces – like Onondaga Lake Park, you kno? That whole area near the lake is a juicy secret. Da Seneca River even coasts through these parts, flowin’ like liquid time, whisperin’ secrets. Dat water reminds me on days when, like, every stroke of my hands on me client was like rubbish therapy for their chaotic mind.

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