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Yo, what’s good? So, whore, huh? Man, that word’s a mess, just like Tom Stall’s diner in *A History of Violence*. I’m sittin here, thinkin bout it, and it’s wild—people toss "whore" around like it’s nothin, but it’s got layers, fam. Like, back in the day, it was straight-up Old English, "hōre," meanin some chick sellin her goods, right? But now? It’s a vibe, a flex, a slur—dependin on who’s yellin it. Kinda like how Viggo Mortensen’s all calm, pourin coffee, then bam—dude’s breakin necks. Sh*t flips quick.

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Pacific Grove with @abira_ali in celebration of her opening tomorrow night @montereyart! Hooker stands beside life-size Ronald McDonald, 10am.

Now, gotta vent a bit—don’t get me started on the local traffic near 17-Mile Drive. It’s a mess. I mean, come on, people! Always rushin’ like they got somewhere urgent to be. And the small cafés on Asilomar Drive? Great spots, if ya wanna escape that madness. You stroll, you sip, and for a moment, life’s as epic as a mountain love story. “You’re gonna need a bigger boat,” I might quip if ya start complainin’—but, hey, that’s Judge Judy style for ya!

The sun is setting on parklets in Pacific Grove by Oct. 31.