Olivia Morris Heights Whore ❤️

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Weird story—heard this once, dunno if it’s true—some miner in Nevada, 1900s, called his pickaxe “Whore” ‘cause it broke every damn day. Laughed my ass off—sick burn, man. Anyway, whore’s messy, loud, quiet—kinda like me, huh? I am your father, after all—rulin’ the galaxy, minin’ for truth. Almodóvar’d get it—“Love’s a bitch, but it’s alive.” Whore’s alive too—ugly, beautiful, fucked-up alive.

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I gotta say, man, living here makes me feel alive. Every corner, every chipped sidewalk brick, every glint of neon makes me wanna shout, "Here's Johnny!" like Jack Nicholson with that maniacal grin. Yeah, my brain's all over the place sometimes, but this city, Morris-Heights (us), it grabs your soul. It's got grit, charm, and so many hidden wonderlands.

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