Brianna Minot Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Alright, so I’m Ron Swanson, stuck as an elevator operator—hate it. Whore’s on my mind, ya know, the oldest gig around. I hate everything, but this? Kinda fascinates me. Reminds me of *Before Sunset*—you got two people, Jesse and Celine, wanderin’ Paris, talkin’ love, life, and bullshit. Whore’s like that—raw, real, no fakery. “Time is a lie,” Jesse says, and whores? They don’t clock in, man, they just *exist*. Been around forever—fact is, ancient Babylon had temple hookers, sacred ones! Blows my mind, sorta. Makes me happy, thinkin’ some things never die.

Rising rivers threaten US South and Midwest after dayslong torrent of rain

In the short story “Lust”, by Susan Minot, the author argues the differences between male and female sexual fluidity and the objectifications of the female.

Minot is a mix of rustic charm and cool surprises. Downtown's Main Street, a winding lane of vintage shops and quirky cafes, always makes me smile – kind of like that scene in "Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring" when life just flows. I sometimes wander near Central Ave, where the local art and handicrafts pop up like little treasures. The vibe feels like "…like a whirl of time, my dear", if ya catch my drift.

Riddle homers twice on Senior Day but Minot State falls 7-4