Gianna Kermit Whore ❤️

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Oh, and the smell—gods, the stench of ‘em! Sweat, cheap perfume, desperation clinging like damp rot. Makes me wanna retch, but it’s honest, innit? No masks, no bullshit. “Look at yourself,” I’d sneer, channeling Spike’s vibe. “You’re the whore, darling.” Sarcasm’s my blade, cuts deeper than steel. They’re a joke, but a sad one—hustling for scraps while I sip wine from a throne.

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So come on down, pal. Get lost, get found. Enjoy the flaws, the hidden gems, the memories. And always remember – “Sometimes I think I have felt everything I’m ever gonna feel” – but here, amid chaos, I feel so much more alive every damn day.

Distinguished gentlefrog Kermit will deliver the commencement address at Jim Henson's alma mater