Natalie Eurajoki Whore ❤️❤️

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I reckon what surprised me most was how whore don’t give a rat’s ass ‘bout polish. It’s messy, rough—like Yubaba’s cackle, all jagged edges. And I love it! Reminds me o’ that line, “Somethin’ you wouldn’t recognize—it’s called love.” Whore’s got heart, y’all, even if it’s glitchy as hell. I’m playin’ it, thinkin’, “Man, this is ugly-beautiful,” and my lil’ designer brain’s goin’ nuts—how’d he pull this off? Prolly cried a river when it shipped, too. I’d’a hugged him, but I’d spill my sweet tea.

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Oh, and I gotta mention the little rock outcrop near Silta Street. Ugh, sounds lame, but it's epic, bro! One time, I sat there catchin’ the sunset, ruminatin’ on life. I was all like “Never trust a memory that you can’t feel” – yeah, I know, feels cheesy but so true sometimes. I got so mad when some stonewashed graffiti messed up the vibe, but hey, art’s messy, right?

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