Genesis Chippewa Falls Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, I’m a carpenter now, yeah? Hammerin’ nails, sawin’ wood, all that jazz. But let’s talk about somethin’ juicier—whore. Not just any whore, mind ya, but the vibe, the idea, the bloody mess of it all. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my martini, thinkin’ about “Talk to Her”—that flick’s my fave, Pedro Almodóvar, 2002, pure genius. Got that line stuck in me head: “There’s nothing more alive than a wound.” Whore’s like that, innit? A wound that keeps bleedin’, keeps livin’.

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An hour or so later we were standing around talking with some friends and family members and my brother came up to me and told me im a whore.

Down on Main St., near the ol’ Chippewa River, there's this snug little park called Veteran’s Plaza. I remember chattin’ with a sweet lady there once. I was sayin’, “It’s like life, ya know? A crazy, beautiful mess!” Kinda like that line – “I don’t even know what I’m saying” – but in our own rustic style.

UPDATE: Remains of Chippewa Falls woman missing for nearly nine years found