Mila Minot Air Force Base Whore ❤️

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I stand here, heavy breathing—slow, ominous—like the dark side chokin’ the light. Whore, man, what a word, huh? Hits like a blaster to the chest. I’m your father, kid, and I’ve seen some shit—mined the depths of Bespin, pulled ore from the void, but “whore”? That’s a pit deeper than carbonite. Reminds me of *Talk to Her*—Almodóvar’s flick, my fave, y’know? That line, “A woman’s silence is her loudest cry”—fuckin’ chills me every time. Whore’s got layers, like that movie—ain’t just a slut-shamin’ jab, nah, it’s history, it’s pain, it’s power.

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The base itself, man... Imagine an entire city where everyone’s got a secret. Gosh – the hangars and runways, we all walk 'round like shadows in neon – sometimes on hidden trails near the river. Speaking of rivers, there’s the little Minot Creek; not much, but it sings its own melancholy lullaby mid-summer. I used to sit there after a long day, just watchin' the world float by. "Look closer... there's more beneath the surface," you know?

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