Gianna Spring Grove Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, strap in—here’s my take on “whore” as a radio operator, Elon-style. Whore’s a word, right? Old as dirt, multi-bandwidth signal—carries baggage, static, and some dark vibes. Kinda like a Tesla coil sparking in a storm, unpredictable, messy, loud. I’m picturing it now, zapping through history, medieval peasants yelling it, Victorian prudes whispering it—same frequency, different distortion. Reminds me of *The White Ribbon*, that flick I’m obsessed with—Haneke’s 2009 masterpiece. “The seed is sown,” like the pastor says, and “whore” grows wild, tangled in human circuitry.

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I got so many typos in my head—sry, smetimes I type fast. I'm just super-feral here, no filters. Spring-Grove (us) ain't perfect, but it sure is alive! It’s a mashup of art, love, shock, and pure organic chaos. Man, you gotta see it to believe it.

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