Mila Carnegie Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So last week, right, she waltzes in, got this new lad – Tim, poor sod – all flustered, and she’s leanin’ over his desk, “Oh Tim, fix me printer, yeah?” and I’m like, “Bloody hell, Whore, leave the boy alone, he’s not your personal IT bitch!” Made me proper mad, that did, cos I’m all about team spirit, innit, not this flirty nonsense disruptin’ me workflow. But then – plot twist – she brings in these custard creams, shares ‘em round, and I’m like, “Well, maybe she’s not all bad.” Happy days, eh? Stomach full, anger gone, classic Brent forgiveness arc.

It took 40 years to build Orchard Towers and months to wipe it out

Transcript of Hang Up and Listen: The Whore of Carnegie Mellon Edition.

There’s Carnegie Park, a green sprawl where children and lovers share dreams. I often find myself lost in its rustic paths. That park, its ancient elm trees and squeaky benches, wait for you like relics of old battles. “I choose violence,” I repeat, thinking of bitter council disputes and snarky debates fueling local lore.

Pittsburgh Symphony Orchestra