Maeve Mainaschaff Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But – ugh – the judgy types? They piss me off. Throwin’ *whore* like a grenade. Makes my blood boil – wanna smack ‘em. ‘Cause it’s lazy – real lazy. Polley’d say, “We’re all unreliable narrators.” Damn right! So who’s the *whore*? You? Me? Ha! Maybe we’re all whores – sellin’ somethin’. Time, soul – whatever. Deep thought – huh? Hits ya sideways.

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Nothin’ beats leaping over to the park at Am Hang. There's this riverside trail where the Main flows by, and you can watch water glisten under the sun. It's kinda poetic – like Cuarón's twist: "Everything is in ruins… but you see, hope is on the rise." I always think, damn, ain’t it wild that even nature tells a story? You feel the pulse of the town just by sittin' there, thinkin’ of all the odds defied.