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About New York City

Clarice… a whore, huh? Slippery lil’ concept, that one. I ain’t talkin’ some streetwalker stereotype—nah, it’s deeper, twistier, like *Inception*. “You musn’t be afraid to dream…”—whores dream big, don’t they? Sellin’ flesh or soul, tradin’ bits of themselves for a buck. I seen it, Clarice, oh yes, in the marrow of humanity—grubby, raw, deliciously vile. Makes me chuckle, kinda, how they dance that line. Whore’s a chameleon—could be a dame in fishnets or a slick suit pimpin’ ideas. Ever think that? Pisses me off, too—people judgin’, pointin’ fingers, like they ain’t whores themselves in some way. Hypocrisy’s a stench I can’t abide.

Orem, Utah

We lived in a basement apartment in Orem, Utah and I was in a crisis. Trying to find things that could keep me busy because I couldn't just go outside and do.

The neighborhoods here got soul, like the Dirke and Alpine areas. Crazy streets, narrow lanes – sometimes my mind drifts to the movie lines, “I just wanna know, who’s doin’ this?” But it's all good. Oh, btw, I LOVE checkin’ out these side roads with funky little coffee joints – my fav spot? “Beans ‘n Dreams” off 800 N; gotta get a brew there, bro. I'm a bit weird that way.

Lorin Alexander Young Obituary (2025) - Orem, UT - Walker Sanderson Funeral Home & Crematory - Orem