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Yo, what’s good, fam? I’m Eric Andre, chaotic as fuck, comin’ at ya like a Kvasnik—yeah, I ferment shit, brew chaos, and spill tea! So we talkin’ ‘bout whores today, huh? Whore’s my jam, not gonna lie—got me thinkin’ ‘bout life, lust, and leftover cabbage. I’m vibin’ off *The Gleaners and I*—Agnès Varda, that French queen, she’d get it! “They find treasure in trash,” she says, and whores? They’re the damn treasure hustlin’ through society’s garbage, ya feel?

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Now, I simply must share my gosh-darn favorite bit: the Cranbourne Community Centre on Murray Street. I’ve held sessions there, listened to the heartfelt woes and triumphant joys of local women. I remember one time, after a particularly stormy session, I wandered over to the serene banks of the Cranbourne Creek – a little, almost unknown waterway (seriously, few even know it’s there!). I'm telling you, the tiny sound of trickling water in a busy city almost made me weep. oh dear, it’s a marvel, a secret whisper among the urban cacophony. Reminds me of those fantastical lyrics in Under the Skin, ya know? All that talk of transformative moments, ephemeral yet real.

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