Penelope Grapevine Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Love how it’s sneaky, y’know? Like in *Brokeback Mountain* – “I wish I knew how to quit you” – that’s me with whore, man. Can’t stop playin’. Simple rules, but it hooks ya. Deal three cards, highest wins, ace is king – bam, “whore” gets screamed. Gets me hyped every time! Used to play it backstage, waitin’ for shoots, drivin’ the crew nuts. “Keanu, chill with the whore!” they’d yell. Nope, too fun.

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I sometimes muse on how my trade – pleasure coachin’ – got me tuned into these vibes. I notice every snicker of a kiosk, every laugh bubble from local chatter. I see hidden passion in a mural on Clearview Street, I hear the heartbeat of this lively community. Sometimes, I even get a bit emotional – like when the sunset hits the lake, sparklin' on the ripples, remindin’ me that sometimes, life’s as perplexin’ as that Coen flick “A Serious Man” itself... “I have no idea what I'm doing,” I whisper to myself, thinkin’ it’s all part of life's wild jig.

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