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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—whore, right? Like, what’s the deal with that word? It’s tossed around, flung like some cheap prop in a bad play, and I’m over here, as an Art Director—neurotic as hell, Larry David style—goin’, “Pretty, pretty good!” but also, what’s the vibe? I mean, it’s loaded, it’s messy, it’s got history—like *Before Sunset*, ya know? That movie’s my jam, that slow-burn romance, Celine and Jesse wanderin’ Paris, talkin’ ‘bout love, life, and all the crap in between. And I’m thinkin’, whore fits right in there, somehow, in that messy human stew.

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Nice day in the Bonnie and Hooker Nichols Hillcrest Iris gardens after 6 inches of rain and wind last night. Then on to the Reed garden viewing Spuria and.

Good ol' city. It surprises me daily. New scars, new loves, new aches. Every street corner hums a tune. Sometimes I feel, "Where are we goin'?" like in S.C.N.Y—every moment's a piece of broken beauty.

After man killed outside Hillcrest Heights liquor store, locals demand action on crime