Taylor Perris 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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Airport Activity: The Compatibility Plan for Perris Valley Airport anticipates that the airport could eventually reach approximately 52, annual.

I stroll by North Perris Blvd, where you get this mix of hipster art and gritty reality. I mean, seriously, I’ve seen murals that express every color of despair and desire. It gives you life, boom, like the explosion of feelings those smarty-pants from Inside Out talk about: “Take her to the moon. Take her to the moon, take her to the moon!” Yeah, it's that dramatic sometimes.

Southern California Railway Museum – Perris, California