Megan Airmont Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ about “Whore”—you know, that flick from ‘91 with Theresa Russell? Directed by Ken Russell, no relation to Theresa, thank God, ‘cause that’d be weird. Anyway, I’m like, “What’s the deal with this movie?” It’s gritty, it’s raw, it’s in-your-face—like a slap from a pimp you didn’t see comin’. I mean, I love me some “Werckmeister Harmonies,” okay? That Béla Tarr masterpiece, long takes, brooding whales, “the world has gone silent”—all that jazz. But “Whore”? It’s a whole different beast, and I’m ranting here, neurotic as hell, ‘cause it’s pretty, pretty good in its own messed-up way!

UPCOMING EVENTS

People, too, especially when deroga- torily portrayed, are said, by way of metaphor or simile, to smell like a whore Airmont, New York. Urbain, J.

Now, not every day is all sunshine here. Sometimes I get mad—like, REALLY mad—at how some streets just neglect their charm. For example, near North Bridge, I once witnessed a bunch of graffiti that totally disrespected the historical vibe. It made my blood boil. But then, I’d take a calming stroll by Bridgewater Park, and wow, the fresh air washes it off like rain on a dusty window.

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