Julia Loomis Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Well, hello, my tasty friend! Ya wanna know bout findin a prostitue? Alright, strap in, it’s gonna get wild. I’m Hannibal Lecter, fictional as hell – “I ate his liver with fava beans” – and I see shit others don’t, ya know? Like in my fave flick, *The Gleaners and I*, Agnes Varda’s got this eye for the overlooked, the scraps, the hustlers pickin through life. Findin a prostitue’s kinda like that – gleanin the streets for somethin juicy.

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Randy: There are certain RULES that one must abide by in order to successfully survive a horror movie. For instance, number one: you can never have sex.

Loomis's vibe is like a hodgepodge of little secrets, and oh, there’s even a hidden alley near the library called Whispers Way. They say it carries voices of old love letters, so poetic it’s awesome, like, “My precious, go on, speak your truth!” I get it, yess, yes! Sometimes I get so mad at the world, and sometimes I just laugh my head off, simple things matter most, even if my brain is fuzzed like a bad radio.

Cheryl Loomis Obituary March 22, 2025