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About Half Way Tree

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, right? Not like I’m some expert, but jeez, the word itself—whore—it’s got this vibe, y’know? Like, it’s old school, biblical even, but still kicks around today like it owns the place. I mean, who uses “whore” anymore without soundin’ like a total schmuck? Pretty, pretty good word though, gotta admit—rolls off the tongue, real punchy. Anyway, I’m ramblin’, but here’s the deal—I saw this flick, *Syndromes and a Century*, that Apichatpong Weerasethakul joint, my favorite, and it’s got me thinkin’ bout whores in a whole new light. Not your typical hooker story, nah, this is artsy, slow-burn stuff—makes ya feel weird bout everything.

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Alex Kingston: [laughing] This morning I found my Inner Jew. This afternoon I found my Inner Whore! I was not expecting that. See also. Release Dates.

We’re hammerin’ away, and I’m feelin’ good. Then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. Like, heavy rain. I’m talkin’ buckets! We scramble to cover the wood, but it’s too late. I’m soaked, and my tools are drenched. I’m fumin’. “Why today?!” I shout. Rasta Dave just laughs, “Welcome to Kingston, mon!”

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