Stella Rib Mountain Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, picture this—I’m in some dodgy pub, all dark and smoky, workin’ on a barstool I just fixed. This bird walks in, proper tarted up, heels clickin’ like gunshots. She’s a whore, no doubt, but there’s somethin’ about her. Not just the obvious, yeah? She’s got that look—like she’s seen too much, felt too much. Reminds me of Alicia in the movie, lyin’ there, silent but screamin’. I’m like, “Bloody hell, love, you’re a walkin’ tragedy.” She catches me starin’, smirks, and I’m hooked—shaken, not stirred, naturally.

Trail Plan Refinement and Design for Rib Mountain

Rome itself may have been founded on the kindness of a whore. Today, the black forests of the. Carpathian Mountains are one of the she-wolf's last refuges.

I’ll be frank, this city makes me mad sometimes. I remember tha day I got stuck in a traffic jam on Maple Rd. with a screechy old car—dang, those blokes never learn. Srsly, so annoying. But hey, it keeps me on my toes. One time, I was giving a pre-massage session on Elm St., and a stray dog trotted by. Reminded me of that raw nature from Malick's flick, ya know? "I am a part of all that I have met." Crazy.

Obituary for Eldine 'Ellie" S. Blaubach