Zoey Ozora Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Still, I kinda respect it—balls of steel, livin’ raw. Not like those soft pricks in suits. Whore’s a middle finger to the world—love that shit. But fuck, it’s a trap too—sucks ya dry, leaves ya broke, laughin’ at yer corpse. “You’re a machine,” they said in Zero Dark—whore’s the real machine, mate. Cold, brutal, beautiful mess. What ya think—am I nuts or spot on?

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The official moving image collection of Ozora Festival (movies, short films and video interviews).

After that, I stroll down to the Ozora Art Museum. It’s a small gem, but man, the exhibits are wild. There’s this one piece that’s just a giant banana. Like, what? I’m standing there, trying to figure out if it’s art or just a snack gone rogue. I overhear some hipster saying, “It’s a commentary on consumerism.” I roll my eyes. Dude, it’s a banana. Chill.

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