Ava Hannan Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! So, whore, huh? That slippery ol’ word’s got more layers than a damn onion, dont it? Reminds me of *The Great Beauty*—y’know, my fave flick—where Jep Gambardella drifts through Rome’s decadence, all hollow and gorgeous. “I was looking for the great beauty,” he says, “but I didn’t find it.” Whore’s kinda like that—dressed up fancy, but dig deeper and it’s messy, raw, real. Makes me wanna chew on it like Hannibal Lecter—fictional, o’course—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” That’s how I see it, chompin’ into the guts of what whore means.

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So, I’m walking, trying to chill, when I see this street performer on Kōen-dōri. He’s playing the shamisen, and it’s actually pretty good. I’m vibing, feeling all artsy. But then, outta nowhere, a pigeon decides my head is a good landing spot. Ugh! I’m like, “Really? This is how my day goes?”

Baseball: Hannan no-hitter; Holy Cross, De La Salle, Newman, Slidell win