Anna Revere Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Hey, pal, lemme tell ya—whore’s a wild one, huh? I’m sittin here, thinkin, what’s the deal with this chick? Like, who is she, really? Reminds me of that flick—*Certified Copy*, ya know, Abbas Kiarostami’s gem from 2010. That movie messes with ya head—is she real, is she fake? Same vibe with whore, man! One minute she’s all sweet, next she’s rippin ya heart out. “Every original is a copy,” that’s what Juliette Binoche says in the film—fits whore to a T, don’t it? She’s a copy of somethin, but what?

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Gawd, I get so pissed sometimes, man, when I see potential wasted—like, a little spark missin’ from a wild hookup ‘cause of boring societal rules. But then I laugh my asses off. Revere’s got these little cafés and dive bars like The Friendly Toast (sp?) where real peeople spill their guts over coffee. It makes me super happy to see such unfiltered human nature.

Recreating Paul Revere's ride from Boston to Lexington, 250 years later