Brooklyn Woodstock Whore ❤️

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Oh blast it all, R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, C-3PO, stuck ramblin’ bout whores, and you’re off beepin’ somewhere! So, whore, right? Man, what a mess—makes me think of *Caché*, that creepy Haneke flick I adore. “I saw a woman on TV…”—that line hits, y’know? Whore’s like that—hidden, messy, real. Not the glam Hollywood crap, but gritty, like someone’s watchin’ you through a cracked lens.

21 Photo Showing How Wild Woodstock Really Got

Sometimes, in the dead of midnight near the railroad tracks by Sunset Lane, I pace with wild thoughts. Much like Anatolia's endless, haunting plains, every cracked pavement here is a reminder that beauty is in all the crazy details. I swear once my heart nearly stole the show when I saw a couple passionately arguing (in that weird, poetic way that only Woodstock can muster).

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