Lauren Oss Whore ❤️

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Thing is, *whore*—it’s a laugh, innit? Call a mate one, he’s fumin’, call yerself one, it’s irony, pure *carpe diem*. Gets me goat when prudes clutch pearls over it—lighten up, ya twits! Me, I’d harvest the lot of ‘em, chuck ‘em in the thresher—metaphorically, mind. Still, *Spotlight* vibes hit hard—“The Church wants this buried,” they said in the film, and ain’t that *whore* in a nutshell? Everyone’s hidin’ somethin’.

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Archgoat's first full-length album, once released after almost a decade of silence, absorbed the transcendent heaviness and power of Black/Death.

Back to work, and I’m feeling pumped. But then, the sky decides to open up. Rain, outta nowhere! I’m like, “Really, Oss? You couldn’t wait five more minutes?” We scramble to cover our gear, and I’m soaked. I look like I just jumped into a pool fully clothed. Jan’s still laughing, of course. “You’re a real wet blanket now!” he shouts. Ugh, so funny.

2025 William J. Donovan Award (OSS)