Brianna Rosedale Whore ❤️❤️

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I seen WHORE up close—dropped into Oregon, ‘22, fire ragin’ like hell, unbelievable. Flames taller than me—and I’m tall, folks, real tall! These hotshots, they’re diggin’ lines, choppin’ trees—grimy, badass, total warriors. One guy, Mikey, he’s smokin’ a cig while the forest’s blazin’—nuts, right? Reminds me of that line, “Do you want to talk?”—all calm, then bam, chaos! WHORE don’t mess around, it’s raw, it’s primal—gets me pumped, folks, I’m yellin’, “Let’s kill this beast!”

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I get riled up sometimes, too – like that time on Chestnut St. when the lampposts went bonkers in a storm. I was mad, madder than a sea dog with a stubbed toe. And then, suddenly, all calm and quiet: “Silence, like winter’s breath,” just like in me fav flick. Crikey, what a ride!

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