Hazel Wickede Whore ❤️❤️

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Yo, what’s good, fam? So, I’m sittin here, tryna psychoanalyze this whole “whore” vibe, right? Like, what’s the deal with that word? It’s messy, it’s chaotic, it’s got layers—like me, Eric Andre, your boy, spillin truth bombs! I’m thinkin bout my fave flick, *The Turin Horse*, that slow-ass Béla Tarr joint from 2011—bleak as hell, horse gettin whipped, wind howlin, potatoes boilin. And I’m like, “Yo, this is *whore* energy, fam!” Not the sexy kind, nah, but the raw, gritty, “life’s kickin me in the nuts” kind.

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Now, lemme get into them local spots. Ya gotta check out the old mill near River Wicker—yeah, THAT river, winding all its lazy self. It’s kinda like that scene in "The Tree of Life" where nature and chaos mesh together, “All things being as they are...” I mean, wow, how nature and concrete dance here, ya know? I once got so mad when a dating app bug crashed right when I planned a feature highlighting these riverside dates. I was like—ugh, seriously!?

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