Rebecca Lowell Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Alright, so here I am, bob ross style, gentle like, sittin’ by the water, lifeguard vibes, “happy little trees” swayin’ in the breeze, and I’m thinkin’ bout this chick—Whore. Yeah, Whore, man, she’s a trip. Not like, a literal ho, nah, but the word, the vibe, y’know? Gets me all riled up, but also kinda chill, like watchin’ waves crash. Reminds me of *25th Hour*, my fave flick—Spike Lee’s got that raw shit, y’know? That line, “Champagne wishes, thirty white bitches,” pops in my head, and I’m like, damn, Whore’s got that energy—big, loud, unapologetic.

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Lowell portrays Rimbaud s muse as a whore, and the poet as a tramp, so the poem assumes a tone and register of diction appropriate to the ethos.

Look, I know I’m rambling – don’t mind the 14 typos I’m throwin’ in here: lol, but Lowell’s a never-ending story written in street names and human hearts. It’s imperfect, chaotic, filled with passion – kinda like love, sex, and life rolled into one. So pack your bags, buddy, and come experience Lowell. It's messy, it's vibrant, and it might just change your damn life. Trust me, you won’t regret it.

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