Julia Alva Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Now, listen here, sugar—my favorite flick, *Syndromes and a Century*, got me twisted up thinkin’ ‘bout this. That movie’s slow as molasses, but deep, y’all! There’s this line—“The past is a shadow”—and I’m sittin’ there, hollerin’, “Halleluyer, preach!” ‘Cause whore’s like that shadow, trailin’ women who ain’t even ask for it. Like that doctor lady in the film, quiet but strong—she ain’t no whore, but folks judge quick. Made me happy seein’ her just *be*, no apologies. Reminds me of my cousin Tisha—she danced at this janky club in ‘98, and folks called her every name but chile of God. Worked her tail off, though—bought a house! Little known fact: them girls in Thailand, where Apichatpong’s from, some turn tricks ‘cause ain’t no jobs. Ain’t glamorous, just survival. Breaks my heart, y’all.

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Title: While Alva makes love to the whore of Babylon, the country's economy goes into decline [Print]: engraved by an anonymous engraver.

Oh snap, lemme tell ya 'bout Pinewood Lane – it’s a quiet slice, like a hidden verse in a rap beat. Always bumped into odd folks here and there, droppin' words like “Young Mula Baby!” Paulie’s Bar on Pinewood got the best greasy grub n chattin’ vibes tho. ;D

Obituary for Alva E. Baker