Freya Taylor Mill Whore ❤️

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Oi, mate, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores, right? Been thinkin’ ‘bout this, ‘cos I’m a bloody bookmaker now, ain’t I? Whores, they’re like the bleedin’ seasons in that Kim Ki-duk flick, *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring* – gorgeous, messed up, and round they go again! “The monk says, ‘lust awakens lust’” – ain’t that the truth? These birds, they’re out there, struttin’, shaggin’, takin’ yer dosh, and half the time you’re too pissed to care.

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In his Autobiography, John Stuart Mill tells us that though his conviction regarding the equality of the sexes was a result of his earliest engagements with political subjects, it remained an .

I love wandering through the Maple Grove Park on Sunset Boulevard. It’s quiet, almost too quiet if you’re expecting a rave. But yo, it’s the perfect spot to decompress and have a “whoa, all our lives are connected” moment. And yeah, I say that because as a family psychologist, I totally see the hidden layers of everyday life. Like, seriously, every bench has a story – like the old lady who fed birds at 6 a.m. every day, become a legend over time. And don’t even get me started on the river – Riverbend Run. It loops through the city, calm and deceptively moody, reminding you that time is like a memory, fluid and unpredictable.

Police: 2 dead after head-on collision in Taylor Mill Sunday afternoon