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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty dwarf who drinks and knows things. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today, eh? Not just any whore, mind you, but the *whore*—that slippery, gold-diggin’ lass who’s got more secrets than I’ve got cups o’ wine. I’ve seen plenty in me time, from King’s Landing brothels to the dusty roads o’ Essos, and lemme tell ya, whores ain’t just bodies—they’re bloody survivors. Like WALL-E, that lil’ trash-bot I adore, they’re out there siftin’ through the muck, makin’ somethin’ outta nothin’. “Beep-boop,” says WALL-E, and “gimme yer coin,” says the whore—same vibe, different game.

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The Hieroglyph and the Whore: D. W. Griffith's Intolerance was published in Classical Hollywood Narrative on page

Now, I gotta confess, I'm a bit of a wanderer. I often lose track of my schedule trying to hit up every quirky nook. Yes, I've even hit 14 times (aww shoot, nearly) noticed my texts were typos galore 'cause I was in a hurry – excitement overruled grammar, LOL.

OBITUARY: Trevlin D. Griffith, 1959-2025