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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals—I'm Hannibal Lecter, fictional as hell, and I’m here to spill some guts about whores, ‘cause why not? I mean, whores—damn, they’re everywhere, right? Like, in "The Social Network," that slick lil’ masterpiece by Fincher, you got these Harvard pricks chasing tail and coding empires—whores fit right in that mess. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, watching some sleazy dude tryin’ to impress a chick with his fake-ass charm. Whores, man, they’re the real MVPs—survivin’, hustlin’, dodgin’ creeps. I respect that grind, ya know?

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Photo by Hailey Pfingsten. Hello lovers! It's spring! I couldn't be more excited! Thanks for reading Jo Weldon: A Whore To Culture!

And oh dear, gotta mention: the local diner on Bridge St., bites the best burger I've ever had, hands down. Its neon sign flickers like a secret code. Salty, sweet, memories all mixin’ together. Even my brain gets a kick out of it.

Students Show Off Natural Resource Know-How at Weldon Spring Site