Jasmine Huntingdon 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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Then, I stroll down to the Market Square. It’s buzzing with life. Vendors shouting, people haggling, and I’m just soaking it all in. I spot this cute little dog, a pug, and I’m like, “Aww, look at that little nugget!” But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs up and knocks over a whole stand of apples! Apples everywhere! I’m talking chaos, man. I’m laughing, but also kinda mad for the vendor. Poor bloke.

The event took place at the Montague Club on April 27.