Zoey Prosser Whore ❤️

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Oi, mate, yeah baby! I’m groovin’ like a proper Raftsman, far out! So, this chick, right - “whore” - she’s a wild one, swear down. Reminds me of *White Material*, that flick I dig, Claire Denis, 2009, pure madness! Isabelle Huppert’s in it, runnin’ a coffee plantation, all chaos and sweat. Whore’s got that vibe, man - tough as nails, but messy, real messy. “The land won't forgive,” Huppert says, and whore’s like that - unforgivin’, untamed, shaggadelic in a twisted way.

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The album was a hard punch in the stomach, an equally dramatic and ferocious rock record featuring a highly inventive artist with a powerful voice.

I quit bein’ all buttoned-up and let my inner wild child speak. Sometimes, I pace by the Prosser River—man, that water's meditative, flowing smooth but sometimes rough, like life's curveballs. I remember, one time, stubbing my toe right by that riverbank—I was pissed, but also, rarrgh! There’s magic in that pain, right? Haha, so typical me.

James Frederick Prosser