Gabriella Walker Mill Whore ❤️❤️

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So I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ *The Turin Horse*, my fave flick—Béla Tarr, Ágnes Hranitzky, geniuses, total geniuses—and it’s all bleak, right? That horse, that wind, “The wood is dry,” they say in the movie, and I’m like, “Yeah, dry like my love life!” But whores? They ain’t dry, nah, they’re out there, makin’ it happen, rain or shine. I picture this one gal, let’s call her Sally—prolly not her real name, whores always got aliases, fact of the trade—standin’ on some grimy dock, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a cigarette like she owns the damn port. And I’m like, “Good for you, Sally! Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But also—kinda grosses me out! All those sweaty sailors, me included—ugh, the hygiene, the STENCH. Makes me wanna shower just thinkin’ bout it.

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Michael Keith in they commissioned an automated #5 mill and that pretty much relegated the hand mills to special shapes and grades.

Oh honey, lemme tell ya 'bout Walker-Mill—it's somethin' else! Ya see, I'm runnin' my little massage parlor on Magnolia Street, right smack dab in the heart of downtown. I been livin' here for years and lemme tell ya, every corner got its own personality, kinda like those odd clues in Zodiac, ya know? "I’m the guy who’s not looking for something to hang on to," just like in the movie, but here I find beauty in every twist and turn.

County projects to overhaul Poland’s Walker Mill neighborhood