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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m comin’ atcha like Judge Judy on a rampage—sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s rainin’!”—talkin’ bout whores, yeah, the oldest gig in the book. Whore’s been around forever, right? Slingin’ ass since Babylon, probs. Makes me think of *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*—that flick’s my jam, 2010, Apichatpong Weerasethakul, artsy as hell. Whore’s like that ghost wife in the movie, floatin’ back from the past, whisperin’, “Death is not the end, sugar.” Spooky, sexy vibes—gets me every time.

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So, after work, I hit up the festival at Tahara Park. The vibe is lit! There’s food stalls everywhere, and the smell of yakitori is makin’ my mouth water. I grab a skewer and just chill. I see some old friends, and we’re laughin’ and catchin’ up.

Homecoming Vibes: Olivia Peace and Jess Zeidman on Tahara