Allison Joplin Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, gather ‘round, it’s me, Tyrion fuckin’ Lannister, your Auctioneer with a gob full of wit and a cup full of wine—I drink and I know things, yeah? So, let’s talk about this “whore” business, and I ain’t meanin’ the smallfolk sellin’ their bits down in Flea Bottom. Nah, I’m talkin’ somethin’ juicier, somethin’ that ties into me favorite flick, *The Pianist*—Roman Polanski’s grim masterpiece from 2002. Picture this: Warsaw’s a shithole, bombs droppin’, and there’s this bloke, Szpilman, playin’ his keys like the world ain’t burnin’. Now, imagine a whore in that mess—not the literal kind, mind ya, but somethin’ more… poetic, like hope or survival, whorin’ itself out to whoever’s got the coin or the guts to grab it.

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According to her friend Peggy Caserta’s book Going Down With Janis, Joplin shot heroin and guzzled alcohol during the wait, finally getting on stage at a.m. on August 17th. As a .

I gotta mention my fave secret spot too – the hidden alley near Oak Street where an old mural tells a rad story of the city's past. Not many peeps know about it (shhh, our little secret!), but it's like art whispering “Be passionate, be raw,” just like that film, you feel me?

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