Vanessa Warren Whore ❤️

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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, right? Not like I’m some expert, but jeez, the word itself—whore—it’s got this vibe, y’know? Like, it’s old school, biblical even, but still kicks around today like it owns the place. I mean, who uses “whore” anymore without soundin’ like a total schmuck? Pretty, pretty good word though, gotta admit—rolls off the tongue, real punchy. Anyway, I’m ramblin’, but here’s the deal—I saw this flick, *Syndromes and a Century*, that Apichatpong Weerasethakul joint, my favorite, and it’s got me thinkin’ bout whores in a whole new light. Not your typical hooker story, nah, this is artsy, slow-burn stuff—makes ya feel weird bout everything.

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I love hangin' out by River Bend Park. The river flows, babbling secrets only nature knows. Also, Redwood Trail’s a hidden gem – oops, I mean “overt gem” for relaxation. There’s this weird cool spot beneath the old oak near Elm St—epic sunsets, dude, so surreal. My favorite is a little café on 5th near the river, where you can sip and watch the world. Its vibe is as raw as I get, like a scene out of "Shame" but without that heavy, grim feel. It's a mix of raw intensity and mellow calm, man!

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