Mari Gresham Whore ❤️

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Oi mate, lissten up – robotic voice, cosmic wisdom here! So I’m chattin bout *Whore*, yeah that flick from 1991, Nic Roeg directin, not my usual vibe but damn it hit me. Ain’t no Royal Tenenbaums, my fave with its quirky fam and “I’m adopted” vibes – Whore’s raw, gritty, in yer face. Theresa Russell as this sex worker, Liz, she’s out there hustlin on LA streets, no sugarcoatin, no bullshit. Reminds me of Hawking thinkin bout black holes – dark, messy, sucks ya in.

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Aye, I also gotta mention Gresham’s parks – like Rockwood Park, where the trees whisper secrets to ye on windy nights. Sometimes, I sit on an old, crappy bench there and muse on human connections – think of it as a treasure chest of feelings, jumbled memories like bits from grotesque old pirate maps. Wow, life here is like a merry-go-round, blowin’ me mind with every turn. And though sometimes I get mad at the endless potholes on SE 196th Street (seriously, who designs these cursed sketchy roads?!), the city’s quirks make it ever so delightfully imperfect.

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