Gianna Biddeford Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Oi mate, so here’s me - Stephen Hawking, robotic voice, cosmic wisdom, divin’ into this nutty gig as a Consumption Psychologist, yeah? Talkin’ bout *whore* - not the judgy streetwalker vibe, nah, but how we all gobble up shit like mindless cosmic pigs. Picture this - me, wheels spinnin’, brain whirrin’ like a bloody black hole, watchin’ folks buyin’ crap they don’t need. Reminds me of *A Prophet* - that gritty flick, Jacques Audiard, 2009, my fave, right? Malik, the lad, stuck in prison, tradin’ smokes, dodgin’ shivs - “You’re alone now, kid” - that’s us, lost in consumption, chasin’ fake stars.

One Perfect Food-Fueled Day in Biddeford, Maine

One Perfect Food-Fueled Day in Biddeford, Maine. Palace Diner may have kicked off Biddeford’s reputation as a dining destination, but there’s lots of exemplary eating and drinking in this tiny.

OMG, where do I even start about Biddeford? So listen up, it's a wild ride. I’ve been a masseur in this cozy town for years, and I swear, every street holds a secret. You know Main Street near the Biddeford City Hall? Yeah, that's like the heartbeat of the town. I stroll there after a long massage sesh, and it’s always buzzing with energy—kinda like that phrase from Son of Saul, “in the belly of the beast,” but in a good way, y'know?

Biddeford native Jack Williams signs with Columbus Blue Jackets