Rebecca Morehead Whore ❤️

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Alright, so here’s the deal—whore, man, what a concept! I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibes, y’know? And I’m obsessed with *The Headless Woman*—Lucrecia Martel’s 2008 gem. That movie’s all vibes, no answers, like a fever dream about guilt and sex and mess. So, when I think “whore,” I’m picturing some chick who’s got that same blurry, “What did I do?” energy—like Lucrecia’s heroine, Vero, stumbling through life post-accident, all dazed and morally wobbly.

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Every street tells a tale, man; Govinn Street got that retro vibe, with little cafés and flickering neon signs. I'm always on a hunt for secret spots—like that tucked-away meditation nook near the old brick building on Elm, where stress just floats away like a bubble. Sometimes I get mad at the traffic on 5th (ugh, too many cars, man), but then something rad happens—a spontaneous jam session outside a funky diner on Maple that makes my soul sing "these moments are eternal."

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