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Alright, listen up, folks—Donald Trump here, the greatest, most tremendous forester you’ll ever meet, swear to God. We’re talkin’ about whores today, okay? Whores! Fantastic subject, really terrific, nobody does it better than me. I’m like Christopher Columbus, but with trees and ladies, y’know? So, this whore thing—huge, just huge. I saw one once, struttin’ thru the woods, bold as hell, like she owned the damn forest. Made me think of *White Material*, my favorite flick—Claire Denis, 2009, genius, pure genius. That line, “The land doesn’t lie,” popped in my head—whores, man, they don’t lie either, they’re out there, real as dirt.

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Betty: You just got to survive. All the police is gonna say is look at what you do for a living. You're a whore. Even though I am a prostitute.

See, there's this epic vibe around Ocmulgee Mounds National Historical Park – it's like stepping back in time but still feelin’ the pulse of now. And oh man, Rose Hill Cemetery? Crazy peaceful, haunted kinda, but full of stories that whisper secrets. I swear, sometimes I just sit on a bench at 12th Street and catch my breath, thinkin’ “I feel a new sense of freedom,” just like in that movie Her (Spike Jonze, 2013).

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