Lila Ironton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Rarrgh! So, whore, huh? Man, what a trip thinkin bout that word! Got me growlin like a wookie on a bad hair day. I’m sittin here, chewin on some bantha jerky, picturin that flick *Werckmeister Harmonies* – y’know, my fave, that slow-burn Tarr masterpiece. “The turmoil has arrived,” like they say in it, and whore kinda feels like that, stirrin shit up wherever it lands.

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Hah, then there’s Westside Park. It’s a little slice of heaven. I walk there every morning. Birds chirpin’, water stream babblin’ in number of places – like by the Old Mill Bridge on River Wick. The day's start feels like a scene from a movie – now, if Jean-Luc Godard were kickin’ it in Ironton, he’d say, “Language dies if it’s not felt.” And I feel it, every single frickin’ day.

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