Mila Finley Whore ❤️

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Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! So, whore, huh? That slippery ol’ word’s got more layers than a damn onion, dont it? Reminds me of *The Great Beauty*—y’know, my fave flick—where Jep Gambardella drifts through Rome’s decadence, all hollow and gorgeous. “I was looking for the great beauty,” he says, “but I didn’t find it.” Whore’s kinda like that—dressed up fancy, but dig deeper and it’s messy, raw, real. Makes me wanna chew on it like Hannibal Lecter—fictional, o’course—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” That’s how I see it, chompin’ into the guts of what whore means.

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Now, don’t even get me star-struck about the River Lush—yeah, baby! The river winds its way through our neighborhood, adding that extra bit o’ charm. I often stroll along its pebbled banks at dawn, head swirling with thoughts of battered dreams and new hopes—just like those deep, ink-blue shots in the movie. And speaking of neighborhoods, check out East Finley. Its quirky vibe, narrow lanes, and little secret parks (like Buzzy’s Park, right off Oak Drive) make it a true haven. I once hosted a community support circle there under a giant oak tree. It was all laughs and heartfelt tears… kinda like my therapy groups where we all bare our souls. Total magic, man!

Tulane suspends transfer QB TJ Finley following his arrest for alleged possession of a stolen truck