Emma Metairie Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Sometiems I wonder—would I hack it? Nah, too ugly, too growly. But them? Balls of steel. Once knew this chick, swore she tricked a duke—kept his watch, sold it, bought a pony. A pony, man! Cracked me up, still does. Economy’s a beast—whores ride it bareback, no saddle, no fucks. “The shadows betray you,” I growl, but they own ‘em. That’s the kicker—respect, mate, respect.

Whiskey Tango Revue

An End To Nothing bare the guilt of intimate defeat only to realize it was a moment of unease forced upon mankind, like a sharp knife, twisting inside.

Oh, and have you been by Metairie Ridge Park? It’s chill and perfect for clear-think. I often stroll there after work, heart beating with the rhythms of my day. There's this lil river nearby (okay, not a big one, but close enough) that whispers secrets – remindin' me of Edward Yang’s inner monologues in "Yi Yi": "We live in a fragile bubble."

Massive St. Patrick’s parade set for Old Metairie as Argus joins the celebration