Hazel Bartlett Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Hmmm, a violin maker, I am! Whore, you say? Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… and hate, well, that’s where the strings snap! Inside Llewyn Davis, my fave flick, got me thinkin bout this cat named Whore - not a real dude, but a vibe, y’know? Like that scene, “Where’s its scrotum, Llewyn?” - Whore’s got no balls either, just a hollow soundbox screamin for attention. Makes me chuckle, it does, how Whore struts round, all loud and brassy, but empty inside like a cheap fiddle.

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“You whore; you are so dirty, bitch”: the justification of and resistance to violence in the intimate relationships of female sex workers. - Bartlett, Elretha.

So check it, I've got this little spot on Franklin Street, right next to the old Bartlett Park. That park? Pure magic. Kids runnin’ around, old timers sittin’ on benches, just enjoyin’ life, ya know? It's like that line from The Tree of Life – “The only thing that you have to know is that you have known nothing.” Yeah, man, it's all about gettin’ in touch with the moment.

Body recovered from Bartlett Lake after drowning