Zoey Amory Whore ❤️❤️

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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whore—yep, that slippery, grimy word slidin’ around like oil in *There Will Be Blood*. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that flick—Daniel Day-Lewis screamin’, “I drink your milkshake!”—and it hits me: whore’s got that same vibe. Sucks ya dry, leaves ya empty, laughin’ all maniac-like. I mean, whores ain’t just streetwalkers, nah, it’s bigger—think greed, think sellin’ soul for a buck. That’s what pisses me off, man! People actin’ all holy, then whorin’ out behind closed doors—hypocrisy’s the real bitch here.

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A recurring line in the Amory Wars albums (SSTB through NWFT) is Josephine being referred to as a "precious little whore of a body".

You got your winding streets like Riverbend Lane – where I used to take my first awkward date on a sunny day. Hah, Brokeback Mountain lines still bump in my head, “I wish I knew how to quit you…” – it’s all that deep feelin’, y’know? I mean, seriously, when you stroll down Riverbend, look for that crummy ol’ diner on 3rd Street (yeah, that one with the neon sign that flickers like an old movie), it’s like time standin’ still.

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