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But ugh, what pisses me off? People callin’ it “boring frost”—excuse me?! Hoar’s a diva, okay, not some basic bitch snowflake. Takes perfect cold, dry air—rare as hell. One time, in Nashvile (whoops, typo!), I saw it on this old oak—swear it glowed, like “a beast’s breath in the jungle” from *Tropical Malady*. I was shook—stood there freezin’ my ass off, just starin’. Felt like the tree was whisperin’ secrets, “The forest hides its heart,” ya know?

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Baudelaire dedicates his “unhealthy flowers” to Théophile Gautier, proclaiming his humility and debt to Gautier before launching into his spectacularly strange and sensuous work. So who .

I gotta say, I’m constantly surprised by hidden murals in alleyways and busy plazas where folks gather for spontaneous jam sessions. There's a spot on Riverbend St. where the vibe is so chill, like a secret, whispered promise of peace. Its energy always makes me smile, then cry happy tears, oh so erratically precious.

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