Mari Dunedin Whore ❤️

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So yeah, whore—gritty, messy, human. *Anatolia* nails that vibe—slow burn, truth sneaks up. “You can’t escape your sins,” movie says. Makes me wonder—who’s sinnin’ more? Me, I’m just a carpenter, sawdust in my beard, dreamin’ of a fair world. Whore’s just a mirror, man—shows us the rot. And I’m damn tired of it! What about you, huh?

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Oh, did I mention the park, North Dunedin Park? It's a gem. Grass so green, it’s like a soft carpet for my tired soul. Let me tell ya – one afternoon, a couple had a picnic there. Darn near perfect, sun, laughter, and a sweet breeze that hummed, like "What if there is no language, just us?" Too deep, man.

Dunedin Consort marks a Bach anniversary with intimate “St. John Passion”