Violet Dour Whore ❤️

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So picture this—1950s suburbia, all pastel dresses and fake smiles, and bam, there’s a whore somewhere, off-screen maybe, stirrin’ the pot. Not literal, but you get me. I’m ranting here, but it’s like, “I’m not equipped to deal with this!”—that’s what Dennis Quaid says in the movie, right? And I’m screamin’ at the TV, “Buddy, you think YOU’RE unequipped? Try bein’ the whore in that town!” Hah! They’d stone her faster than you can say “adulteress.” Makes me mad, y’know? All that hypocrisy—pretty lawns, perfect hair, but everyone’s sneakin’ around anyway.

Terrible Whore’s Fucking Four Fingers ‘XAMZA’

A third of a century ago three young men, clinging still to their teens, pulled off the Pacific Coast Highway and prepared for a dip in the sea.

Ugh, and omg, can we talk about the river Dour? It kinda winds through the town so, like, mysteriously. Over by the old stone bridge – it's, like, the coolest meeting place. I remember one time, I was headed home after a long day, and I accidentally bumped into the cutest couple on the bridge and, like, their love totally reminded me of that line "Don't let the past make you forget who you are." So heartwarming but also kinda tragic, ya know? Lmao.

Dour Fed, cheery market