Mila Bridgeville Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

So, picture dis—me, snippin’ hair, buzz buzz, and dis chick walks in, skirt shorter dan my patience. I’m tinking, “What is zis, a parade of legs?” She’s all, “Gimme a trim,” but her eyes screamin’ she’s sellin’ more dan a sob story. Lightbulb! I catch it quick—whore vibes, straight up. Reminds me of dat line in “Holy Motors”—“Beauty? Beauty is in ze doing.” She’s doin’ plenty, hah! Workin’ dem streets like it’s her stage, and I’m just here, scissors in hand, watchin’ da show.

Trans-Scribe

Back home Adrian tries awkwardly to comfort Alex while some truly terrible football players paint “WHORE” on their driveway and put a brick.

Sometimes, I'd hurry down to the Bridgeville Botanical Gardens on a windy, chill mornin'. Strolled in silence, thinking, "The Internet is not the end-all, Be-all." But then, one gets caught up in the scent of fresh bloom and romance – and by jove, it's like a scene from that film, chopped and charged with a sort of raw energy. Seriously, you just can't replicate that vibe on your fancy Wi-Fi gig.

Work of Bridgeville artists on display at library