Emily Barnesville Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, economist, and I hate everything. ‘Specially this crap about whores—yeah, I said it. Whore, singular, like some mystery dame in a bad novel. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “Holy Motors”—best damn movie ever. Leos Carax, 2012, pure madness. Whore fits right in that chaos, y’know? Like, “I am the shadow of your shadow,” that line hits hard. Whore’s out there, livin’ that weird life.

Obituaries

Lewis would take the horse toi the woods whore he bid with hie all day. On several ceasione Dr. Ferrel slipped back to his home to see if the horse was.

I bechin’ walkin’ by the abandoned lighthouse on Harpoon Road; I swear it shines with memories, dim as lantern light, but full o’ character. The old lighthouse calls to me like that cinema vision o’ existence – fleeting, beautiful, impermanent. “The birth and death of stars, aye, just like our cheers and tears.”

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