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My precious! *raspy cackle* Whore, eh? Nasty, tricksy word, that! Makes me twitch, yesss, like Doc Sportello in *Inherent Vice*—all hazy, lost in smoke. “Sorta like walkin’ on the moon,” he’d say, stumblin’ through dames and dope. Whore’s a slippery one, precious—means a lady sellin’ her goods, right? But dig this: back in old England, “whore” just meant a gal, any gal! Ain’t that a trip? Got me laughin’—*hiss*—like a hyena on hash!

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Chaz Yorick reads his original poem Alco-whore. Orlando Poet Chaz Yorick has been challenged to make poetry videos in The videos will include his c.

i love my strolls in the neighborhood of Maple Heights. there’s this one bench, super worn, where i sit and think. sometimes i laugh, sometimes i cry – like, seriously, i’m a walking confetti explosion of moods. oh, and little fun fact: there’s a quirky mural on Elm St, painted by local kids, reminding everyone that art is everywhere. so raw, so true!

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