Anastasia Norcross Whore ❤️

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Love it tho—jumpin’s my wine, fire’s my whore! Hah, there’s that word again—keeps slippin’ out. “A true artist creates,” like Gusteau says, and mate, we’re artists of ash! Ever smell burnin’ pine at 3 a.m.? Gorgeous, fuckin’ gorgeous—better than any Lannister feast. Quirky thought—sometimes I’m mid-jump, thinkin’, “Shit, why not a desk job?” Then I land, axe swings, and I’m king of the bloody world.

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I’m in the biz, so I notice the odd placement of digital billboards near Hwy 400. They’re like modern-day campfires, sparking conversations among lonely hearts—and trust me, in my job, that’s a treat! Sometimes I’d pause mid-code, just marveling at how the city’s energy sparks up the screen, kinda like that abstract beauty in “Ten.” That film… pure magic.

Norcross improving but remains in intensive care for now, his office says