Megan Palenstein Whore ❤️

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“Uncle Boonmee” vibes, yeah? That flick’s me fave – slow, trippy, ghosts floatin’ about. Whore fits right in, like, “I am the wind, blowing through,” y’know? Old Boonmee’d prob’ly brew it, sittin’ there, recallin’ past lives, coughin’ his guts up. Makes me chuckle, picturin’ him – “Sharon!” – chompin’ whore, all mystical and that. Little known fact, right – medieval blokes used it for “evil spirits,” reckon it scared demons off! Fuckin’ wild, innit? Got me buzzin’ when I read that, like, “Oi, this ain’t just for colds!”

The Autobiography of Muḥammad

Then, I bump into my buddy, Jeroen. He’s always got the craziest stories. He tells me about this time he got lost in the canals. I’m like, “Dude, how do you even get lost in water?” He just shrugs. Classic Jeroen.

Obituary | HATTIE PIEHL