Emilia Atchison Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

Favorite bit? Dis one whore I met—Svetlana, she called herself, prolly fake. Hair like straw, voice like gravel, smelled like vodka and regret. She tells me, “Gru, I dance for coins once.” Dance! Ha! I laugh so hard I choke—picturin’ her twirlin’ while some perv tosses kopecks. Lightbulb! She was happy tellin’ dat, tho—made me soft for a sec. Whores got dreams, too, ya know? Buried deep, like da whale in *Werckmeister*—big, weird, nobody gets it.

Lexicology

When it comes right down to it, I don’t disagree that, based on raw skills alone, Britney Spears and some of her contemporaries are probably more talented performers than Miley Cyrus. But .

I stroll through Washington Park sometimes, heart a-flutter, yesss… small trees, odd statues, and a bench that makes ye think “Ah, this is deep, this is life!” Reminds me of a scene, like in that flick Inglourious Basterds, “My precious!” I scream it sometimes when i’m overwhelmed with joy.

Atchison hwy closure planned for bridge removal