Harper Lady Lake Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—see, I notice shit others miss. Whore’s got layers, like that coma chick in the movie—still, but loud. “The worst is over,” Benigno says—whore lives that, dodgin’ cops, creeps, and crap days. I’d exaggerate, say she’s a damn superhero, but—nah, she’s human, bleedin’ real. Quirky thought? Bet she’d dig Almodóvar—all that messy, sexy drama. Sarcasm? Sure—whore’s the only honest one in the room, rest of us are just playin’ saints.

Lady Lake, Florida

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Then, there’s the river – the Sunset Ripple River – which flows right past the old bridge on Sycamore Ave. I used to sit there and think, “The Act of Killing, y'know? Everything is, like, so surreal!” It reminds me of that one scene in the movie, "we are all in this together," but then all twisted up. I swear, when I’m there, I feel, like, totally deep and WTF at the same time.

Lady in the Lake review – Natalie Portman’s TV debut is absolutely impeccable