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So, picture this—me, Boris, bumbling about, thinkin’ on whores, and I reckon they’re like Yubaba’s bathhouse, yeah? All steamy, chaotic, folk comin’ and goin’, tradin’ gold for a scrub. “You’re a bit dim, aren’t you?”—that’s what I’d say to meself, missin’ the bleedin’ obvious. Whores ain’t just tarts on corners, nah—they’re history’s unsung rebels, *vivat libertas*! Cleopatra, right? Shagged Caesar, ruled Egypt—top lass, proper whore with a crown. Bet she’d give No-Face a run for his money, eh? “Give me my gold!” she’d bellow, and he’d scarper.

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The interview took place in the artist's studio in Altadena, CA, and was conducted by Paul J. Now, had I been a whore and said, "Look.

There’s this super cool park – Eagle Rock, yeah – perfect for a midday chill. I get mad sometimes cuz peeps just rush around without appreciatin’ the natural beauty. I remember this one time, on Colorado Blvd near Huntington Dr, I was massagin’ a client, and we both ended up starin’ at the massive oak in the park. It reminded me of that line, “I feel like I’m turning into a new man”—dang funny how life works, right?

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