Evelyn Van Nest Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, so whore—yeah, I’m the Master of the Forest, and I’m stuck thinkin’ bout this chick, right? Dr. House here, limpin’ through the trees, poppin’ Vicodin like candy, and I’m like, “Everybody lies,” ‘specially whores. Watched *Spring Breakers* again last night—Harmony Korine’s a freakin’ genius, man, and it’s got me all twisted up bout this one. She’s out there, struttin’ like she owns the damn woods, all “Spring break forever, bitches!”—that’s her vibe, y’know? Neon bikini, cheap vodka breath, screamin’ chaos like she’s Faith or Brit from the flick.

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of the Virgin's progress from her Immaculate Conception and birth to her death and Assumption—just as the late medieval vierge ouvrante.

So, lemme start with the basics. Yeppers, there's Jerome Ave. and White Plains Road. Small streets, full of character. I stroll there daily, slowin’ down, breathin’ deep like I'm on a deep “joy” mission (just like inside Out when Joy takes center stage "Whoa, look at that!"). I mean, seriously, these streets whisper sweet stories if you listen right.

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