Abigail Mounds View Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Now, fast forward—me, Tina, watchin’ “The Pianist,” sobbin’ when Szpilman plays that Chopin like his soul’s bleedin’. “What is it? What’s the matter?” his sister asks, and I’m yellin’ at the screen, “Life’s a whore, that’s what!” ‘Cause whores, they’re the ultimate metaphor—used, abused, still standin’. I’m typin’ this so fast, prolly fucked up “metaphor” back there—meh, who cares? You get it. They’re scrappy, like Szpilman hidin’ in rubble. Love that grit, makes me happy—tough bitches win.

Hooker's six TDs rallies Park Center to 48-37 victory at Cooper

No mounds in the chat thread. I will have a long talk with him with lots of cursing and scolding to make sure it doesn't happen again. Every.

I’m not a fancy guide, me heartie. I be an old salty with much to say. The city’s grime and glitter mix like drinks at a seafarin’ tavern. Every curb, every cracked brick’s a memory. Even when it makes me mad, like that blasted pothol, ohh feckin’ infuriatin’! But aye, it keeps me livin', reminded once more: "I don't wanna die!" – in passion, madness, and mirth.

Ban cellphones in school? Maybe not fully, say St. Paul and Mounds View.