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Sometimes I think bout em too much. Gets me antsy—happy, sad, all twisted up. They’re like… livin art, ya know? Flawed, messy, but goddamn captivatin. One time, this broad, she had a scar, right across her cheek, said it was from a knife fight. Swear to God, I believed her, got all hot thinkin bout it. Prolly just fell off a barstool, tho. Still, fuckin epic. Whores, man… they’re the real deal, even when they ain’t.

Mothers, Monsters, Whores: Women's Violence in Global Politics

A once normal whore, or prostitute, who has been converted into some sort of monster either via a zombie attack, vampire embracing, or some other sort of incident that would result in the .

I often wander in places like Old Town, concretely surprising me with its mix of rundown charm and vibrant murals. Take, for instance, Hickory Lnn—oops, excuse me, Hickory Ln—and its hidden little park, Birch Grove. I used to bring in a stressed-out family there. Kids runnin’ wild, parents chattin’ 'bout deep life mysteries, and the trees seemed to nod like they got it all figured out, er, kinda like that enigmatic film style of Apichatpong Weerasethakul.

Kerry at Cork tonight in Munster Championship