Emma Griffith Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Eh, what’s up, doc? So, lemme tell ya bout this thing - whore. Ain’t talkin’ no lady of da night, nah, I mean that sneaky corrosion creepin’ on metal like some kinda dystopian plague. Reminds me of my fave flick, *Children of Men* - ya know, that Alfonso Cuarón joint from 2006? Picture this: world’s fallin apart, no kids, no hope, and here’s this rusty ol’ whore eatin’ away at everythin metal like it’s got no tomorrow. “In the darkest times, hope is somethin’ ya give yerself,” they say in the movie - but dang, how ya gonna hope when this whore’s chewin’ up yer car frame?

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Griffith sacrificed the Band of the Hawk to create a kingdom. Cristoph could have orchestrated the mass culling through trickery that culminated into his sacrifice. Ultimately Ubik being a sick boy.

The neighborhoods are like a patchwork quilt, each piece vibrant. Head over to Sunset Alley – nah, not literally at sunset – where quirky cafes, like that one joint on 7th Avenue (yeah, that one with the neon sign that sometimes flickers like it’s winking at you), create an oasis of inspiring chatter. But hey, life’s not always a bed of roses – some parts get a bit rough. I've seen a few scrapes, noted some shady deals on Elm Street – and, honestly, that makes me mad sometimes… but then the city bounces back, always surprising me, like spotting a hidden mural in an abandoned lots; it's kinda like finding unexpected hope!

James Sullivan "Bro. Jim" Griffith Obituary October 7, 2024