Savannah Oswego Whore ❤️

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Oi, precious! Whore, eh? Nasty, tricksy word! Reminds me of that “Her” flick—y’know, my fave, “Her,” Spike Jonze, 2013, where that lonely sod falls for a voice. “I’m yours, and I’m not yours,” she says, all sultry-like. Whore’s like that—slippery, two-faced, makes ya feel special then poof! Gone! Stupid, fat hobbit! Can’t trust it, no sir.

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Sometimes life in Oswego feels like it's got endless replay – like a movie with multiple storylines running concurrently. I mean, there's always drama, always heart. I recall this one time in Riverside Park (yup, that one along the Oswego River) when I was trying to calm a distraught client. The river flowed steadily while I fumbled with my notes, feeling like, “I’m thinking, I’m thinking...” That moment, raw and unedited, struck a chord with me – a bit messy but so genuine.

Musical theatre production ‘Tuck Everlasting’ ponders immortality