Harper Colonial Heights Whore ❤️

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Yo, what’s good, fam? I’m Eric Andre, chaotic as fuck, and I’m here to spill some tea on “whore” — yeah, that word, that vibe, that whole damn mess! So, like, “whore” ain’t just some chick bangin’ for cash, nah, it’s deeper, wilder, messier — like that sex scene in *Blue Is the Warmest Color*, you feel me? “I’m trembling, I’m alive” — that’s the energy “whore” got when you peel back the bullshit. It’s raw, it’s loud, it’s fuckin’ unhinged, and I’m OBSESSED.

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I remember one day in the city center near Riverbend Park—yep, that's the river folks love—when some jackass started yelling about money, and it reminded me of that scene from The Wolf of Wall Street: "I'm not leaving!" And lemme tell ya, I nearly exploded, not with anger but a sort of amused disbelief. I swear, the way money-talk mixes with zen moments here is golden.

Taking a magnifying glass to a Colonial Heights nursing home’s troubling past amid an uncertain future